Gemotions

Sarah kept replaying the interview in her mind, like a bad pop song stuck on repeat. Her palms were sweating, and she felt a prickle of goosebumps crawl across her arms. She hadn't expected to see Liam there. The job at the gallery was perfect, exactly what she'd dreamed of since art school. Now, the weight of the competition felt heavy, pressing on her chest.

He'd been so confident, his smile so assured. She found herself picking at the skin around her nails, a nervous habit she thought she'd conquered years ago. The air in her small apartment suddenly felt thick, almost suffocating. She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself.

She stood abruptly, and the chair scraped harshly against the wooden floor. Pulling on her coat, she decided to walk, needing the space, needing the silence. The city lights blurred as she walked, and she felt a knot tightening in the pit of her stomach. The thought of potentially losing this opportunity made her feel suddenly... fragile.