Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a small, innocent sound that set Amelia’s teeth on edge. She stared at the words, her vision blurring slightly. *We regret to inform you…*. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her mounting distress.

She rose from her chair with deliberate slowness, each movement stiff and awkward. Her apartment, usually a haven of calm, suddenly felt suffocating. She walked to the window, and stared at the park outside, unable to find any solace in the green. Her hands trembled as she clutched the sill.