Gemotions

A sudden, sharp pain flared in her head. Clara gripped her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. She'd been staring at the computer screen for hours, pretending to work. The news that her best friend, Ben, was moving to Australia to pursue his art career had hit her hard. Everything felt bleak.

She felt a wave of nausea. She forced herself to take slow, deliberate breaths. The office felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights harsh and unrelenting. She wanted to scream.

She pushed back from her desk, the chair scraping against the floor. She needed to escape.