Gemotions

The letter lay open, a viper in the otherwise neat study. The words twisted in her stomach. Her pulse hammered against her eardrums. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a tightness that threatened to suffocate her.

She rose from the chair, her legs shaky. She moved to the window, staring out at the garden. The trees, usually comforting, now seemed to sway with an unsettling rhythm. The sunlight felt harsh, the colors too bright.

She bit down on her lip, a wave of panic washing over her. She felt compelled to call someone, anyone, to break the silence. The weight of the words was a crushing burden.