Gemotions

The editor’s words echoed in her mind, a relentless soundtrack to her despair. The rejection, so polite, so professionally worded, had the effect of shattering her confidence. She couldn't understand. She thought it was good. She had worked on it for years, and now it was all for nothing.

She wandered aimlessly through her messy apartment, the cluttered space reflecting the chaos within her. She'd given up on cleaning weeks ago. The vibrant colors of the paintings on her walls seemed dull. She opened her laptop, the screen reflecting her own bleak expression.

The cursor blinked, a silent invitation to write, to create. But the words wouldn't come. The well had run dry. She felt empty, drained, and the ache in her heart refused to subside.