Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. The rejection letter, with its impersonal tone, had knocked the wind out of her. It was a letter that denied her dreams. She needed to escape. She grabbed her coat, not even bothering to look in the mirror. She just wanted to move.

She drove, aimlessly, the radio a cacophony of noise she couldn't process. Each traffic light was a fresh frustration, a pause in her frantic quest for… what? To escape the suffocating weight in her chest? She didn’t know.

She ended up in a deserted parking lot overlooking the ocean, the waves crashing against the rocks below. The vastness of the sea, usually a source of peace, was now a mirror of her own emptiness. She wanted to scream. She got out of the car and watched the waves, letting the wind whip through her hair. The ocean was indifferent.