Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a smell that normally soothed her, but today it only grated on her nerves. She slammed the loaf onto the counter.

The email from Thomas felt like a fresh wound. He was excited about the upcoming reunion, especially about the time they had spent writing their first play.

She recalled the endless revisions, the constant criticism, and the humiliating rejection. Thomas remembered the camaraderie, the creative spark, and the thrill of collaboration. She felt a familiar hollowness in her chest.