Gemotions

The news had hit Sarah like a punch to the gut. She’d always found comfort in the routine of her classes, the predictability of her schedule. Now, the familiar rhythm of her days felt fractured, shattered. She clutched her worn textbook, the pages suddenly foreign and unreadable. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, and everything felt wrong. She retreated into her dorm room, pulling the curtains closed, shutting out the world. The silence, normally a comfort, felt oppressive, suffocating.