Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Amelia's grasp as she reread the rejection letter, the words blurring before her eyes. The glossy, ivory paper felt wrong in her fingers, a stark contrast to the gritty realism of her novel. She set the cup down, the clink echoing in the otherwise quiet flat, each vibration a sharp sting. Her stomach churned. She paced the small living room, stopping at the window to look out at the rain-slicked street, the city lights reflecting in the wet asphalt below. A knot formed in her chest.