Gemotions

"Okay, I'm literally going to fall over," Elara groaned, her voice thick. Her back ached from hunching over her desk, the late-night conversation with "Shadow_Walker" – who, as it turned out, lived just a few blocks away – had sapped her strength.

The digital words on the screen swam before her eyes. Each breath felt like an effort. A quick meeting was proposed, just a quick coffee. A shudder ran through her at the idea of public interaction.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. The world outside, usually buzzing with life, now seemed muted, far away. The thought of facing the world felt impossibly difficult.

“This is probably a bad idea,” she mumbled, but then again, Shadow_Walker did seem interesting. Or maybe she was just being too friendly.