Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed harsh, unforgiving. Olivia sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the sugar bowl. Her partner, Grace, had been secretive, a change she'd tried to ignore, until she couldn't anymore. Now, the world felt distorted and unreal.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The discovery had hollowed her out, leaving her with a lingering sense of unworthiness. It was like she was not good enough.

Grace came in, looking at her, and her eyes widened. "Olivia," she started. The name hung in the air, heavy with unspoken questions. Olivia could only look at her, her own expression a mirror of the turmoil inside.