Gemotions

The air in the building felt thick, electric. Sarah clutched her purse, her fingers digging into the worn leather. The news, a sudden shift in the ground beneath her feet, left her feeling unsteady. She found herself avoiding eye contact with her neighbors, a quiet terror in her chest.

Back in her apartment, she felt a strong, unsettling urge to be somewhere else. The usually comforting click of the locks was suddenly insufficient. She checked them again, her hands shaking, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She imagined the construction, the noise, the endless disruption. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the familiar lines of her home.