Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around Anya. Her vision blurred, and a strange buzzing filled her ears. The crisp, official language of the rejection felt like a physical blow. She sunk into the chair, the plush cushions offering no comfort. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The silence of the library, previously her sanctuary, now felt oppressive, the hushed tones of other readers irritating. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but she couldn’t. She just sat there, frozen.