Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast a lurid glow on Amelia's face. She picked at her untouched plate of fries, a familiar ache settling in her jaw. Ever since she lost the ability to feel physical pain, she was unsure of her place in the world. But now, it was accompanied by a strange need to touch certain types of metal, such as copper. It was almost as if her body was searching for something, a desperate search for something lost.

A gruff voice broke through her reverie. "You, uh... you been feeling that… phantom touch thing?" The man sitting across from her, his face etched with worry, gestured towards a copper napkin dispenser.