Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. I was okay before, but now... I found myself staring at the wall, unable to move. Every object in my apartment, every piece of furniture, felt like a precious artifact, each imbued with the memories of my life.

My breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, I found myself walking in circles, my hands twisting in my pockets. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, matching the frantic rhythm of my heart.

The thought of packing up, of starting over, filled me with a paralyzing dread. I wanted to bury myself under my duvet and never come out.