Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Emily crumpled onto the sofa, the air escaping her lungs in a harsh exhale. The words, splashed across the screen, felt like a personal attack. She felt a knot in her stomach, a twisted, churning feeling that refused to loosen its grip.

She sat there, staring at the screen for a moment, and then leaped up suddenly. She grabbed the first thing she could find - a lamp. She threw it across the room, watching it break. She felt nothing. It didn't solve anything.

She paced the room, each circuit a manifestation of her inner unrest. She couldn't focus. She couldn't breathe. Every thought was a jagged shard of ice. She needed to do something, anything, to make this feeling stop.