Gemotions

The rejection email had been brutal, almost personal. Then, a few weeks later, he saw the article, his article, with a different name. He slumped in his chair, a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulders. A kind of... stillness settled over him. His fingers traced the edge of the desk, the smooth wood cool against his skin.

He turned off his computer, a deliberate action, disconnecting himself from the digital wound. He would go for a walk in the park. The trees, the sunlight, the gentle breeze – they would help him think, help him process. He stood up, stretched slowly, and headed out the door. He’d face the challenge. But not just yet.