Gemotions

The weight of the world pressed down on her. The silence in the elevator was deafening. After the interview, Maya had to ride with her interviewer down to the lobby. She kept her eyes glued to the numbers as they ticked down, the brief ride feeling like an eternity.

When the doors finally opened, she practically bolted. She needed to get away. The cool air outside offered a slight respite.

She took a long, unsteadying breath, her legs suddenly wobbly. She found herself leaning against the building.