Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in Olivia's hand. The curated world on the screen mocked her, a reminder of what she wasn't. Her body grew rigid, her chest felt tight. A deep feeling of isolation settled over her.

She rose from the bed, the blankets falling in a heap. The house, usually a haven, felt like a pressure cooker. She found herself clutching her own arms, as if to hold herself together.

"This can't be all there is," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She wanted to break free, to shatter the invisible barriers that held her captive.