Gemotions

The silence in her apartment was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Amelia, alone, stared at the application she had poured her heart into, the document now obsolete. She felt a profound sense of drift.

She’d spent months meticulously crafting the perfect presentation, honing her skills, attending every networking event. It felt like she'd invested all of her time, for nothing.

She reached for the TV remote, mindlessly flicking through channels. Nothing seemed to hold her interest. She felt a disinterest in everything, as if the colors had been drained from her world.