Gemotions

The city lights blurred into streaks of color as the train sped along the tracks. Clara kept replaying the interview in her mind, desperate to find some sign, some hint. But the more she replayed it, the more hopeless she felt. Sarah, her friend, would be better.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a vast emptiness that swallowed every positive thought. The job, a research assistant position, was everything she had worked for.

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. She could feel the pressure building, the weight of disappointment threatening to crush her. The train screeched to a halt, and she almost stumbled getting off.