Gemotions

The office felt suffocating. Sarah stared at her computer screen, the bright light assaulting her tired eyes. The memory of the online diary was a constant, unwanted companion, playing on a loop in her mind. Her colleagues’ hushed whispers, the averted glances... it was a constant reminder.

She excused herself from the meeting, a sudden wave of nausea washing over her. The fluorescent lights seemed to pulse, amplifying the pounding in her head. She stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the cold tile, gasping for breath.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck, followed by a cold sweat. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words were trapped in her throat. She closed her eyes, wishing the world would just fade away.