Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of comfort for Elena, now grated on her nerves. The wrong file. Her medical history, the details of her body, her life as seen through the lens of medicine, belonged to someone else.

She swatted at a fly, each movement jerky, uncontrolled. The vendors' calls, the children’s laughter – it all seemed too loud, too vibrant. The vibrant chaos contrasted sharply with the bleakness she felt. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating in her chest.

She hurried away from the stalls and tucked herself away, where no one could see her.