Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually brightened Sophia's mood, but today, it did nothing. She barely touched her toast, the golden crust offering no temptation. The online article, detailing her teenage confessions, had stolen her appetite.

She sat at the kitchen table, her gaze fixed on the sunlight streaming through the window. The light made her eyes burn. The desire to scream felt powerful.

She wanted to disappear, to vanish from the face of the earth. Everything seemed tainted, soiled. The joy had vanished.