Gemotions

The small, elegant office was quiet, save for the rhythmic clicking of Amelia’s fingers against the polished desk. The rejection email sat open on her screen, the words blurred by the tears in her eyes. Not tears of sadness, but something else entirely. A strange kind of relief.

She stood, stretching her arms above her head, the stiffness melting from her muscles. She walked over to the window, gazing at the vibrant cityscape below. She had almost lost herself in the pursuit of acceptance, but no more. She felt a tingle of excitement for what was to come. She felt… invigorated.