Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Elara's apartment, mirroring the turmoil inside her. She slammed the rejection letter onto her cluttered desk, the flimsy paper a stark white against the chaotic mess of drafts and notes. Her fingers twitched, itching to shred it, but she forced herself to sit, a knot forming in her stomach. The silence of the room pressed in, amplifying the frantic beat of her heart. She got up, pacing the length of her small living space, back and forth, like a caged animal. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She thought about a coffee, then dismissed the idea and turned to staring at her bookshelf instead, searching for answers in the worn spines.