Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. Emily sat in the quiet of her apartment, surrounded by the remnants of her life. She stared at the results, the words blurring before her eyes. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

She felt a gnawing pressure, a relentless internal struggle. She got up and walked in circles, unable to find comfort anywhere. She felt the urge to destroy. She picked up a framed photograph of her adopted parents and hurled it against the wall. The glass shattered, the sound strangely satisfying.

She was alone in this. No support, no explanations, no past. The loneliness was suffocating.