Gemotions

She slammed the door of the workshop, the force of it rattling the tools hanging on the wall. The usual scent of sawdust and varnish, usually a comfort, felt suffocating. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She ran a hand through her hair, finding it plastered to her forehead. Where was he? She’d wanted to show him the intricate carvings she’d been working on. He was the only one who truly understood her artistic vision. Now, the unfinished pieces seemed to judge her, reminders of a future that felt suddenly uncertain, her heart hammering wildly.