Gemotions

The world felt distorted, the colors too bright, the sounds too loud. Sarah found Alex in the garden, meticulously weeding a small patch of soil. The sun was beating down, yet Sarah felt a chill deep in her bones.

He was speaking, muttering to himself, his words unfamiliar yet chillingly familiar. Spanish. His Spanish. He'd never shown the slightest interest in her family's language before.

She approached him slowly, her legs feeling heavy. He turned, a look of surprise on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

She wanted to collapse. Everything felt fragile, on the verge of shattering. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.