Gemotions

The world seemed to be a series of distant echoes. Each movement was a chore. Maya slumped onto the couch. The world was a mess of gray.

Liam emerged from the kitchen, a steaming mug in his hands. He held it out to her, and the gesture felt weighted.

"Ciao, amore!" he said, with an air of pleased excitement. "I made you some tea. And… I decided to try and pick up some Italian. Just a little. You look like you could use it.”

She took the mug, her hand shaking. All she truly wanted was for everything to stop, to be still, to sink.