Gemotions

She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the small apartment. The screen displayed the damning patent application, the exact schematic she'd spent months perfecting. Maya slumped against the kitchen counter, the ceramic cold against her cheek. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. It was a suffocating feeling, as though a weight had settled on her chest, hindering her ability to draw a breath. She gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, the world around her tilting on its axis.