Gemotions

The metallic tang of blood filled Amelia’s mouth. She bit down harder on her lip, a habit she’d picked up in times of distress. Her brother, Thomas, was converting to a faith that seemed to deliberately exclude her beliefs. The announcement had been made with such an infuriating calmness. She stared out the window at the rain, blurring the city lights into streaks of color. Each drop felt like a fresh wound. She’d spent her life defending their shared identity, and now, it felt like she was standing on the precipice of an abyss. The tears she refused to shed burned in her eyes.