Gemotions

The rejection letter crumpled in her fist. Her knuckles were white. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. This wasn’t fair. Chloe had poured her heart and soul into that application, crafting the perfect cover letter, spending hours perfecting her portfolio. And for what? Sarah, the social butterfly, had waltzed in and gotten the position.

Chloe threw the crumpled paper at the wall, where it fluttered to the ground, a white flag of surrender. She felt a profound and bitter disappointment. The room felt small, the walls closing in. She needed to escape.