Gemotions

The invitation was already ripped open, lying discarded on the floor. Her hands, usually graceful, felt clumsy and clumsy. She kicked it further away with her foot, not wanting to see the invitation’s words again.

The apartment was a mess, mirroring her internal state. She hadn't bothered to tidy up in days. She felt a constant tension in her shoulders and neck, a physical manifestation of her unease.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. The thought of the reunion, of facing judgment, made her feel hollow.