Gemotions

The cafeteria, usually a comforting space, felt oppressive. The clatter of trays and the chatter of students grated on Elena's ears. The accusation, unfounded and unjust, sat like a stone in her stomach. She could barely swallow. Her cheeks burned. She stared at her untouched meal, feeling a wave of nausea.

She got up and walked to the bathroom, her legs feeling like lead. She stared at her reflection, seeing a stranger, eyes wide and bloodshot. The anger was a knot in her chest, tightening with each breath. She clenched her jaw. She needed to be alone, to find a place to breathe, to think. She slammed the door shut behind her, the sound echoing in the empty space.