Gemotions

“This is… absurd,” Clara finally managed to articulate, her voice strained. She ran a hand across her forehead, trying to smooth away the sudden sheen of sweat. Her throat felt tight, constricted.

She had spent weeks, months even, lost in the intricate details of her research. Now, finding the exact replica of her work felt like a cruel joke, a taunt from the universe.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sense of… unraveling. She needed to be alone. She needed to understand. She quickly grabbed her purse and ran out of the office.