Gemotions

The news settled into her stomach like a jolt of strong coffee. Eleanor, her normally reserved sister, had converted. The suddenness of it was almost too much to process, but as the initial shock wore off, a surge of adrenaline hit. She felt a strong urge to clean, to organize, to *create*.

She pulled out her art supplies, something she hadn't touched in years. The paper felt crisp and new beneath her fingers. She poured out the vibrant colors, not thinking, not hesitating, just letting the emotions flow. With quick and vibrant strokes, a beautiful image appeared on the canvas.