Gemotions

“Another rejection,” she sighed, tossing the manuscript aside. The apartment felt suffocating, the walls closing in. She’d been working on her novel for years, battling the demons of self-doubt. A heavy silence settled in. Then the post arrived. An apology, a confession, from someone she thought she’d left far behind. The ink on the paper blurred before her eyes. The letter seemed to exacerbate the exhaustion she was already experiencing, a weariness that clung to her like a second skin.