Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread from the bakery next door, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. The results were there on the table, a betrayal of everything she had known. Her family wasn't her family, not in the way she had thought. He had always felt a sense of difference that he couldn't put into words.

She sat on the floor, back against the cool surface of the wall, clutching a well-worn stuffed animal. The familiar scent of lavender from the laundry detergent, usually soothing, now felt like a mockery of her state. She didn't want to talk to anyone, or go anywhere.

The walls of her apartment seemed to close in around her, the very air in the room felt thick and heavy. She closed her eyes, wishing she could simply disappear. The world, and her place in it, felt precarious.