Gemotions

The floral scent, usually a comfort to Maya, felt oppressive, suffocating. She felt as though she’d been plunged into a deep, dark ocean, the pressure building with each passing second. The laughter around her grated on her nerves. She picked at the small, perfectly formed canapé on her plate, unable to taste it. She couldn’t remember what she’d eaten for breakfast. Her mind felt like a scrambled egg. The world narrowed to the space between her and him, the man she'd once thought she'd spend her life with.