Gemotions

The world felt muted. Sarah stared out the window, the vibrant autumn colours of the trees suddenly appearing washed out, almost monochrome. A chill seeped into her bones, despite the warmth of the room. The teacup trembled in her hand, the Earl Grey a lukewarm disappointment. She thought of the hours spent hunched over her keyboard, the dedication, the hope. It felt like she had thrown herself at a brick wall. A small, involuntary sob escaped her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the sting to subside.