Gemotions

“No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She traced the words of rejection with a trembling finger, as though attempting to rewrite them. The words wouldn’t change, wouldn't bend to her desires. A coldness settled in her bones.

She locked herself in the bathroom, staring at her reflection. Her eyes, usually bright, were dull and bloodshot. She splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to wash away the feeling.

She avoided phone calls, emails, everything. The world suddenly felt harsh and unforgiving. She felt utterly disconnected.