Gemotions

The library was dim and quiet, but the air felt heavy. The pressure of the project had settled on Emily's shoulders, a crushing weight. She stared at the pages of her notebook, her mind a tangled mess of ideas. Sleep evaded her, replaced by a constant hum of worry.

A message appeared on her phone. A link to the group chat. "Project Update - Final Version." Her heart skipped a beat. She clicked, and saw the other project. Exactly the same as hers.

Emily’s face flushed, then went cold. She felt a profound sense of being erased. All her hard work, her efforts, meaningless. She wanted to scream. She sank into her chair, the world tilted, and she was left gasping for air.