Gemotions

"…will cease operations…" The words were a physical blow to her. Maya’s breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a wave of cold rush through her. The room, once familiar, seemed to tilt. She reached out for the table, steadying herself.

Her entire future, her carefully orchestrated plan, now felt precarious. The prospect of starting over, of facing an uncertain future, filled her with a sense of dread. The thought of it was paralyzing.

She sat in stunned silence, unable to speak, her mind racing with a million questions. The world outside suddenly seemed sharper, the colors more vivid, as if all her senses were heightened. She felt a profound sense of isolation.