Gemotions

Serena found herself in her garden, pulling weeds with furious energy. The sun beat down on her, but she didn’t feel the heat. She’d always considered Finch her literary soulmate, his words resonating with her deepest feelings. Now, she felt a burning betrayal.

She ripped a stubborn weed from the soil, her knuckles white. She was usually meticulous in her garden, but today, she was heedless, her actions driven by something other than care. The familiar scents of earth and flowers usually soothed her, but now, they were just… there.

She hurled the weed across the garden. The anger was a roaring fire inside her, consuming her. She needed to do something, anything, to make the feeling subside.