Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around her. Everywhere she looked, she saw evidence of her failures. The meticulously crafted scrapbook albums, the family portraits.

She slammed the fridge door, the sound reverberating. Her mother glanced up, startled, from her computer. “Everything alright, dear?”

“Yes,” she ground out, avoiding eye contact. She snatched a yogurt, the plastic cracking under her tight grip. She ate it fast, not tasting a single bite.

She retreated to her room, the door clicking shut with a finality that didn't feel like peace. She threw herself onto the bed, the blankets tangled around her legs.