Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds, but Maya felt detached, a silent observer in a vibrant world. She clutched a package of faux bacon in her hand, the irony not lost on her. She had been invited to a birthday party, and she had said no. Now she felt utterly alone.

A man bumped into her, scattering a pile of oranges. "Oh, damn, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly gathering the fallen fruit. His hands shook slightly.

“It's okay,” Maya said, her voice barely a whisper. She helped him pick up the oranges, the sharp scent of citrus filling the air.

“This blasted Alpha-Gal,” the man muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Takes all the good things away.”

Maya found herself nodding, a shared understanding passing between them.