Gemotions

The letter lay crumpled on the floor of the admissions office. Emily’s hands trembled as she picked it up, smoothing the torn edges. The carefully worded sentences, the official tone, the finality of it all—it felt like a personal attack. She'd devoted her career to the school, a place she considered home.

Her throat tightened, and she felt a burning sensation in her chest. She had built a life here, formed relationships, and dedicated her future to the institution. Now, everything was threatened. The thought of starting over, of facing an uncertain future, filled her with a wave of frustration.

She wanted to tear the letter into a million pieces, to scream until her voice was raw. She balled her hand into a fist, striking the desk with a sharp, explosive blow.