Gemotions

She looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was unfamiliar. Mr. Bell had been so upset. Her mind was a fog of disconnected images, each one a reminder of her blunder. She saw his face, his expression.

The thrill of the party had evaporated, leaving behind a residue of unease. The energy she had felt then seemed hollow now, replaced by a profound sense of isolation.

She ran a hand through her hair, the movement a slow, deliberate act. She regretted everything. She knew what to do, what she should do, what was needed. But the idea of it just felt… horrible.