Gemotions

"A reunion, really?" Amelia scoffed, but her voice cracked. She stared at the invitation, the delicate script mocking her. She ran her fingers across the embossed lettering, tracing the words as though they were a map to a battlefield.

She found herself inexplicably drawn to her closet, pulling out clothes, only to toss them back with a disgusted grunt. Nothing felt right. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

The air in her meticulously decorated living room felt thick and suffocating. She opened the window, inhaling deeply, but the crisp autumn air offered no relief. The party seemed like some monstrous entity she had to face. Her hands shook as she picked up the phone to call her best friend, who was unfortunately also invited.