Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. The wrong name, the wrong history. It was a cruel joke, a cosmic error that felt like a personal attack. She felt a surge of adrenaline, a sudden burst of energy that made her want to run, to flee, to escape this nightmare.

She started to pace, her steps erratic, her movements jerky. She ran a hand through her hair, again and again, as if trying to untangle the mess in her mind. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. She wanted to scream, to shout, to make someone, anyone, understand the sheer terror that had seized her.

She felt a wave of nausea, and her stomach clenched. She needed to get out, to breathe, to find some semblance of normalcy. She grabbed her purse and stumbled towards the door, the world blurring around her, the air thick and heavy in her lungs.