Gemotions

The humidity hung heavy in the air, mirroring the weight on Clara’s shoulders. She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing through her small apartment. The patent rejection letter, a digital file, felt like a physical burden.

She walked to the window, the city lights below blurring through her damp eyes. The project had been everything to her. Now, she felt like she’d been robbed.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm the racing of her pulse. The thought of losing everything, the years of work, made her feel sick.

She turned away from the window, her body aching with disappointment. The weight of it all was almost unbearable.