Gemotions

"Look, it's you!" His sister's cheerful voice grated on Anya's ears. She felt her muscles tense as she stared at the screen. The essay, "Finding Strength in Isolation," was a painful reminder of her darkest days, a period she wanted desperately to forget. Now, it was immortalized in digital ink.

She turned away, focusing on the intricate carvings of the wooden table. The room was too bright, the air thick with the scent of something sweet. She needed to be alone. Her sister kept talking.

She found herself getting irritated. She needed to be alone. Anya excused herself, walking away without saying goodbye.