Gemotions

The rejection felt like a physical blow. She sank into her chair, the flimsy wood creaking under her weight. The vibrant colors of the room, usually a source of comfort and inspiration, now felt garish, overwhelming.

She felt a hollowness inside, a gaping void where her excitement and anticipation had been. She looked at her reflection in the darkened computer screen, and saw a stranger, a person she barely recognized. The image was blurred, distorted.

She began to absentmindedly tap her fingers on the desk, a rapid, nervous rhythm. The sound echoed in the sudden quiet, a relentless reminder of her current state.