Gemotions

The vibrant colors on the page blurred before her eyes. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, as if she were being slowly roasted alive. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making the world spin. Her hands started shaking, so violently that she had to grip the edge of the table to steady herself. The drawing, a vivid representation of her childhood friend, Patches, taunted her with its familiarity.

"Ava, are you alright?" her sister asked, her voice laced with concern. But all Maya could do was shake her head, the words caught in her throat. She needed to be alone, to process this, to escape the suffocating weight of the memories that threatened to overwhelm her.