Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to mock her, its warmth and brightness a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed her. She ran her fingers across the surface of the wooden table, unable to stop the endless stream of thoughts that flooded her mind. It wasn't her cancer. It was a stranger's burden she had momentarily carried, the fear, the anger, the grief now fading away. Yet, a piece of it remained, a lingering ache that resonated within her. She pushed herself back from the table, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over her, and she felt the terrible injustice of it all.