Gemotions

Eliza stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent light revealing the lines of tension etched around her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her rough fingertips. The legal documents lay on the counter, the words detailing the existence of a half-brother she never knew about. Her mind raced. The news felt like a physical blow.

She hated this feeling of being locked in. She had to move, to do something, anything. The sterile whiteness of the bathroom felt constricting. She needed fresh air, to clear her head. The silence in the apartment was deafening.

She grabbed her jacket, her movements jerky and abrupt. She needed to be gone. Now.