Gemotions

The news hit her like a physical blow. Her shoulders slumped, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She reread the document, the words blurring before her eyes.

She slumped into her chair, the air suddenly thick and heavy. The sunlight streaming through the window felt intrusive, mocking her with its brightness.

She clenched her hands, digging her nails into her palms. The apartment, her sanctuary, her haven, suddenly felt cold and foreign.

She imagined the future, the renovations, the disruption. The mere thought brought a fresh wave of something akin to despair, making her feel paralyzed and hopeless.