Gemotions

The congratulatory phone call had ended, the well-wishes fading. Now, alone in her small apartment, Chloe stared at the wall. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. The room was too bright, the silence deafening.

She felt a wave of nausea. She rose slowly, her legs feeling wobbly. She walked to the window, the image of the building across the street blurring. Her hands were clammy.

She leaned against the window frame, her head resting against the cool glass. Her lips moved, forming silent, unuttered words. She felt… nothing. And everything.