Gemotions

The notification pinged – another comment. Sarah, hunched over her phone, felt a wave of nausea roll through her. She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she slowly, deliberately, closed the app.

She wandered to the window, staring blankly at the bustling street below. The vibrant colors of the city, normally a source of comfort, now seemed garish and mocking. A cold sweat slicked her palms.

Her reflection in the glass – pale, wide-eyed, haunted – was a stranger. She bit her lip, tasting blood. The sensation offered a small, fleeting anchor to reality, but it did little to quell the rising tide of… something.