Gemotions

A general feeling of resistance filled Clara's body. She was glued to the chair at her desk, every muscle screaming for rest. The simplest tasks were daunting. She glanced at her phone, the screen offering a new notification. "Congrats to [Someone Else's Name] on their publication in…"

A cold dread coiled in her gut. She knew, even before she saw it. The piece she'd toiled over for months, the one that meant so much, was now credited to someone else. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She felt like sinking into the floor.