Before she opened the envelope, I told her to take it easy if they don't accept her writing. And she said she would be okay.
I've received many rejections from many medias. It hurt a lil bit but never made me stop writing.
Still I don't understand what Ibit's feeling inside right now. I caught her teary but she ran away. She left the letter squeezed and now lock her room from inside.
But I know she will be fine, soon. Or later. But she will. I know. I just know.