Gemotions

Her stomach flipped. "OMG, are you at the park right now? I swear I just saw someone who looked like you on the swing set," read the text. The words blurred on the screen. The air around her seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe.

The park. The very place she’d gone for a walk earlier, hoping to clear her head. Now, the memory of the sun on her face, the rustling leaves, felt poisoned.

She had to leave, to disappear. She ran to the door, fumbling with the lock. Once outside, she didn't look back, desperate to put distance between herself and the perceived danger. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.