Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the silence amplifying the thrumming in her ears. She held the draft letter. It was from her father, a letter of resignation from his dream job, the very foundation of their comfortable life. She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her chilled. The words swirled before her eyes, blurring into a meaningless jumble.

She gripped the letter so tightly, the paper threatened to tear. She felt a sudden, sharp pain in her jaw, the telltale sign of grinding teeth. Her breath hitched, and she struggled to maintain control. Why?

She sank to the floor, her back against the cool wall. She felt utterly disconnected, adrift in a sea of unspoken truths. The room seemed to spin, and she closed her eyes, seeking refuge from the storm brewing within her.