Gemotions

The walk through the bustling cafeteria felt like traversing a minefield. Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling faces, lively conversations. Her own appetite had vanished, leaving only a hollow ache in her gut. She’d tried to eat her usual salad, but the flavors tasted muted, the textures bland.

She sat alone at a table, pushing the food around with her fork. The lively atmosphere of the cafeteria used to invigorate her, now it seemed to mock her. The laughter echoing off the walls felt foreign, the carefree chatter a stark contrast to the internal turmoil.

She longed for the familiarity of her old team, the shared lunches, the comforting routine. Now, she was an outsider, a ghost in a sea of vibrant life.