Gemotions

The blueprints lay scattered across the table, the careful lines and precise measurements suddenly meaningless. Maya ran her finger over the surface of the design, a knot forming in her stomach. Someone else had beaten her to it. The realization struck her with a force that stole the breath from her lungs. She looked around the apartment, at the half-finished projects, the tools, the evidence of her aspirations. They were all useless now. She felt a profound sense of paralysis, unable to move, unable to speak, her spirit crushed.