Gemotions

The building loomed before her, a stark symbol of her aspirations and anxieties. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing down the tangled strands, fighting the urge to turn and flee. Sarah, her best friend, was also interviewing. The air between them, which had always been light and playful, was now heavy with unspoken tension.

As she waited, her heart thudded against her ribs, a relentless rhythm of fear. Her throat closed. The interview felt like a trial, each question a test of her worth. Afterward, she felt like her very soul had been laid bare.

She saw Sarah's face, the flash of relief and joy. The job was hers. She found herself unable to meet Sarah's gaze. The relief she had felt to be done with the interview was replaced with a deep, aching emptiness.