Gemotions

Her carefully constructed plans dissolved into a sea of confusion. The denial notification, a digital slap in the face. She paced, her steps erratic, the floorboards groaning under her weight. Each breath was a shallow gasp, as if her lungs couldn’t quite fill. The words of the letter, like tiny needles, pricked at her mind.

She clutched her chest, trying to stem the rising panic. She needed to be strong, to find a solution. But the weight of the situation felt insurmountable. She felt a burning need to escape. The four walls of her room threatened to suffocate her.