Gemotions

The words "We regret to inform you..." swam before Amelia's eyes. She sighed dramatically, then promptly burst into a fit of giggles. The denial was a blow, yes, but also… liberating.

She started clicking her pen, then drummed a chaotic rhythm on the table. A sudden urge to rearrange her entire desk seized her. Books were stacked in whimsical towers, pens were sorted by color, and stray papers were folded into tiny origami cranes.

She needed to move. She stood, stretched, and began doing impromptu dance moves, throwing her arms wide like she was conducting an orchestra. Maybe a spontaneous road trip would fix everything. The possibilities felt endless.