Gemotions

The listing, with its cheerful font and smiling family in the header, was the final straw. She felt a cold dread settle in her bones. She couldn't breathe properly. She felt trapped, suffocated. Her fingers tightened around the mouse.

She needed to move, she needed to act. She got up and began pacing her tiny apartment, back and forth, back and forth, a frantic dance of anxiety. Her heart pounded in her chest, a relentless drumbeat against the silence of the room. She was lost in it all, and it was hard to find a way out.