Gemotions

The news felt surreal, like a cruel prank. She sat in the cafe, the scent of coffee and pastries suddenly offensive. He had been her everything. Her confidant. Her inspiration.

She tried to focus on the notes in front of her, but the words blurred. The pages seemed to writhe. She felt a tremor starting in her fingers, spreading throughout her body. She grabbed her bag and her books, the sudden weight of them a burden.

She walked outside, the sun blinding. The world was spinning. She felt a wave of nausea, and had to stop, leaning against a tree, trying to steady herself. The tree's bark was rough against her cheek, the pain oddly comforting.