Gemotions

The silence in the gallery felt oppressive. Sarah traced the edges of a canvas with her finger, the familiar textures doing nothing to ground her. Professor Moreau's absence hung in the air like a phantom ache. She’d gone, just like that. Sarah felt a peculiar itch under her skin, a need to shed something, to break free from the invisible constraints that suddenly seemed to bind her. She stormed outside, heading for the bustling market, where she sought out the sensory overload that felt like it might numb her from her feelings.