Gemotions

It was the tone of the email that gave it away, the casual yet significant announcement of a move to North Carolina. I sat frozen in front of my laptop. My muscles seized up, my body refusing to move. My breath hitched in my throat, each inhale a struggle.

My vision blurred as unshed tears welled up, blurring the lines of the email. My hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into my palms. I felt a deep ache in my chest, a sense of loss that threatened to overwhelm me. The room spun slightly.

The cursor on the screen seemed to mock me. *Reply*. The word burned in my vision. What was there to say? How could I articulate the emptiness I felt? The world seemed to shrink around me.