Gemotions

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the silence of her apartment. Her jaw clenched. The house. Her old home. Listed online. The curated images mocked her with their perfection. A cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

The urge to do *something* consumed her. She threw on a jacket, not even bothering with a mirror. "I need to... I just need to move," she muttered aloud. The words hung in the air, hollow and unhelpful.

She found herself walking, the familiar rhythm of her feet against the pavement a desperate attempt to ground herself. The path had no destination; it was about the motion. She walked for hours, until the exhaustion began to numb the strange churning within her.