Gemotions

The editor's feedback was a gentle dismissal, but the message was clear. I felt the cold, hard reality crash down. The feeling was a physical ache, a knot in my stomach. I’d given them everything.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty coffee cup. The house seemed vast, echoing with the silence of unmet expectations. I switched on the television, but the images flickered meaninglessly. The noise was only another form of absence.

I walked to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The reflections blurred, mirroring my own indistinct state. I stood there, motionless, feeling the cold seep into my bones.