Gemotions

The air in the restaurant felt thick, suffocating. Her brother, Leo, had just informed her of his conversion to Rastafarianism. Her hand trembled as she lifted her coffee cup, and the hot liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the white tablecloth. She felt a profound sense of being adrift, cast away.

She had always relied on Leo, they had an unbreakable bond, and this decision was like a crack in the foundation of their relationship. The vibrant energy of the restaurant, usually a source of pleasure, felt overbearing, and she was eager to leave.

The conversation around her continued, but she couldn’t focus on the words, the words felt far away. The world was now a kaleidoscope of unrecognizable colors and shapes, and she was struggling to find her footing.