Gemotions

The world seemed to blur around her. Sarah's breath hitched as she stared at the screenshots – her childhood journals, filled with fantastical creatures and sweeping landscapes, juxtaposed against the chapters of Elias Thorne's new epic. A dull ache started behind her eyes, a pressure that was steadily intensifying. She pulled the blinds shut, plunging the living room into a premature twilight. The phone on the coffee table rang. She ignored it. She needed to be alone with this, with the bitter, burning taste that had suddenly invaded her mouth.