Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into a painful knot. The words on the screen swam before her eyes, blurring into a meaningless jumble. She closed her laptop, the click of the lid echoing in the silence of her room. She needed air, to escape the confines of her small, stuffy space.

She felt a hollowness, a deep ache in her chest. She had meticulously followed all the instructions, tailored the application, sought advice. The denial was a profound insult to her aspirations and her potential. She wanted to scream, to lash out at someone, anyone, for this crushing, senseless decision.