Gemotions

The rejection letter felt heavy, like a brick in her stomach. Sarah crumpled it without a second glance, the crisp paper turning into a ball of frustration in her trembling hands. Sunlight streamed through her window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but she couldn't appreciate the beauty. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, anything to alleviate the tightness in her chest.

She went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. The bitter smell normally soothed her, but today it just added to the hollowness. Each sip felt like ash. Her reflection in the dark liquid showed a stranger, a woman with defeated eyes and a slumped posture.

The apartment felt too small, the walls closing in. She paced the living room, restless. Her novel, her carefully crafted words, now a weight she couldn't bear to look at. She felt utterly alone.