Gemotions

"No," Elara whispered, the word barely audible. The email's content seemed to blur before her eyes. The meticulously planned future she’d envisioned crumbled like sand. The weight of it settled in her chest, making it hard to take a full breath.

Her fingers clutched at the desk, nails digging into the wood. The room, usually a source of comfort, suddenly felt claustrophobic, the walls closing in. She felt a burning in her throat, a choked sob building.

She stumbled out of her chair, pacing frantically. The implications were a dark, looming cloud. She chewed on her lip, a habit she'd long tried to break. She had to find a way.