Gemotions

The world seemed to have lost its color. Sarah’s denial had stripped everything of its vibrancy. The vibrant red roses on her mother's table, her favorite color, seemed muted. Even the chirping of the birds outside her window, usually a cheerful sound, grated on her nerves.

She'd run into David at a coffee shop, a chance encounter that felt predestined. He’d been the boy who knew everything about her, the boy she’d shared her dreams with. He’d sat across from her, his eyes, still the same warm brown, staring back at her blankly. "I don't have any recollection of you," he'd said. Her heart had constricted.

Now, she avoided the mirror, unable to bear the sight of her own reflection, the way her eyes seemed to have lost their luster.

She felt a strange disconnect from her body, as if she were observing herself from a distance.