Gemotions

The sterile waiting room of the genetics clinic seemed to hum with a newfound energy as Eleanor read the confirmation email. She had found a match for her rare condition: Chronometric Decay. Knowing someone else existed, someone who knew the world warped in the same ways, was almost overwhelming.

She felt a sudden urge to get out, to go for a walk, which was usually a painful endeavor. She smiled at the sun, a rare occurrence. Sunlight always felt different to her.

Eleanor's fingers drummed impatiently on her knee. She felt the need to share, to explain, to finally unburden herself. She’d made a list of places to visit. She started making plans.