Gemotions

The news hit her like a physical blow. She stood in the middle of her living room, her breath catching in her throat. The carefully chosen playlist, the sparkly dress she’d bought, all of it—obsolete. She felt a pressure in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She wanted to run, to flee. Her legs felt heavy, anchored to the floor. The four walls seemed to close in, the ceiling pressing down. She felt something snap in her chest.

She went to the window, staring out at the world, but it felt distant, foreign. The street below seemed a million miles away. She closed her eyes, wishing she could just disappear.