Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed around Amelia. The clatter of cups, the murmur of conversations—it all felt amplified, as if her senses had been turned up to eleven. She’d always prided herself on her composure, but right now, it seemed to have deserted her. Her leg bounced relentlessly under the table, a frantic drumbeat against the floor. She reread the article, the words mocking her, the lies printed for the world to see. A shiver traced its path down her spine, a strange, exhilarating chill. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a potent mix of anger and… something else, something she couldn't quite name.