Gemotions

The editor’s words, "not a good fit," echoed in Maya's head. The words felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her. She’d spent years perfecting her novel, believing in it with every fiber of her being. Now, she questioned everything.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The afternoon light streamed through her window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, a scene she usually found lovely. Today, it just felt… wrong.

She wanted to run, to hide, to disappear. But there was nowhere to go. The rejection had taken root deep within her, a silent, pervasive ache.