Gemotions

The email sat in Eleanor’s inbox, a stark white rectangle amidst the colourful clutter. Her breath hitched. She clicked on it, her finger hovering over the mouse. The words swam on the screen. The rejection was polite, but the polite was a blade. She closed the laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. Her stomach churned. She ran to the bathroom, clutching her stomach. The walls felt like they were closing in. Her hands trembled as she turned on the cold water and splashed it on her face.