Gemotions

The silence in the dimly lit room was almost physical, a palpable weight pressing down on her. The announcement, the culmination of years of relentless training, echoed in her ears. Emily’s breath hitched in her chest. She reached out and felt the cold, hard wood of the chair beneath her. Time seemed to slow, stretching out into an agonizing expanse. The faces around her blurred, their excited chatter fading into a distant hum. She tried to swallow, but her throat felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The world was spinning.