Gemotions

She found herself at the library, surrounded by the quiet rustle of turning pages, yet unable to concentrate. The words blurred on the page, the sentences merging into an unintelligible mess. She slammed the book shut, the sound echoing unnaturally loud in the hushed environment. She stood up, knocking over her chair, which clattered to the floor with a hollow thud. The librarian's disapproving glance did not register. She fled, the rejection letter clutched in her sweaty palm, a burning brand against her skin.