Gemotions

The world seemed to shrink around Anya. The accusations were a physical burden, pressing down on her. Her appetite vanished; the food on her plate remained untouched. She found herself staring out the window, the vibrant autumn leaves appearing dull and lifeless. The joyful laughter of her classmates grated on her nerves. She picked at the hem of her sleeve, a nervous habit she’d abandoned years ago. A deep, pervasive gloom had settled over her, casting a shadow over every aspect of her existence.