Gemotions

"This can't be happening," she muttered, the words barely audible, her throat tight. She gripped the worn armchair, her knuckles white, her body trembling. Her daughter, Olivia, had just finished explaining her decision, her voice steady and clear. The world around Sarah seemed to warp and distort, the familiar objects in her living room taking on a strange, surreal quality. Colors seemed brighter, sharper, almost painful to behold. She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to scream, to lash out, to stop the world from spinning.