Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to pierce Amelia's very bones, causing her to squint and shuffle as she walked down the crowded street. Every noise, every scent, felt amplified, adding to the heaviness that weighed her down. She wanted to disappear into the anonymity of the crowd.

She found herself in front of a trendy boutique. A mannequin, adorned in clothes styled after her designs, stood in the window. The clothes were…wrong, the colors muted and the fit awkward. Her vision blurred, and she felt a wave of cold wash over her.

She had spent months crafting those designs, her inspiration burning. Now, seeing them used like this, perverted, she just wanted to lie down.