Gemotions

"Just a random card," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper. But the tremor in her hands betrayed her. She held the card, a colourful piece of stationery, as if it were a fragile, precious thing, then abruptly dropped it.

The sound of the card falling was loud in the quiet kitchen. She turned her back to it, the sting behind her eyes making her blink furiously. Her usual breakfast preparations felt impossible today.

She slowly began to pack her bag for work, her movements mechanical, lacking their usual grace. The silence of the morning pressed down on her, an unbearable weight.