Gemotions

"We're passing on this one," the voice had said over the phone. The disembodied syllables felt like a physical blow. Now, she sat in her favourite armchair, the plush fabric failing to offer any comfort. The tea she had brewed had grown cold, the ceramic mug a heavy weight in her hands.

She hadn't eaten all day. The thought of food was repulsive. She stared out the window at the rain, each droplet a tiny tear mirroring her own internal state. The city outside, usually vibrant and alluring, seemed dull and grey. The world seemed so far away. She just wanted to be alone. She just wanted it all to end.