Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into knots. Across the country – the words felt like a sentence, a final decree. She sat across from her friend, the vibrant energy she usually enjoyed now a source of agony. She watched, numb, as the other woman excitedly shared her plans.

The small, cozy apartment seemed to transform, the familiar rooms shifting and distorting, the air becoming thick and heavy. She felt the urge to claw at the walls, to break free from the invisible chains that held her.

Her hands shook as she reached for her coffee cup, the ceramic cold against her skin. She wanted to scream, to weep, to lash out. Instead, she stared at the swirling liquid, a perfect reflection of the chaos within.