Gemotions

The invitation sat on the coffee table, a beautiful, cruel reminder. Chloe stared at it, her throat constricting. She felt a tightening in her chest, a sensation that made it difficult to draw a full breath. She picked up a magazine, but the words blurred before her eyes, illegible. She tossed it aside in frustration.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to break something. She bit her lip to stop the urge. She walked to the window, watching the busy street below. She felt utterly disconnected from it all, a fragile shell adrift in a turbulent sea. She felt like running away.