Gemotions

"No," she whispered, the word a mere puff of air against her lips. She reread the sentence, the words mocking her. Rejection. Denial. The phrases seemed to loop endlessly in her mind, a broken record stuck on repeat.

She walked to the bathroom, staring at her reflection. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and vacant. She splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to wash away the feeling of hollow emptiness.

She felt like she’d been running a marathon, only to trip and fall just before the finish line. The taste of defeat was acrid on her tongue, leaving her feeling utterly deflated.