Gemotions

She stared at the clock, watching the second hand crawl across the face. The minutes felt like hours. Every task, from answering emails to making dinner, felt like climbing a mountain.

She couldn’t concentrate. Her thoughts felt scattered and disjointed. She felt a great heaviness. The world was too much.

At a specialist’s clinic, she met him, a man with the same vacant stare, the same deliberate movements. The doctor explained their shared condition, a rare genetic anomaly. In that shared diagnosis, there was a strange kind of comfort, a shared burden, and the promise of a shared future.