Gemotions

"Coffee?" The barista’s voice cut through the cacophony of the café, but Anya barely registered it. She sat across from her friend, Sarah, her usual vibrant energy dimmed. The steam rising from Sarah's latte swirled in front of Anya's eyes, blurring the already hazy world.

Sarah was gesturing animatedly, recounting a recent trip, but Anya's attention kept drifting. It was the news, delivered by a mutual acquaintance, that had her in this state. "You won't believe it," the acquaintance had said, beaming at Anya. "Someone tattooed your 'Lost Souls' on their back!"

Anya hadn't seen it yet, hadn't even processed the information fully. She felt a disconnect, as if the world was spinning faster than she could keep up. The thought of this other person walking around with her creation etched onto their flesh filled her with a strange, twisting discomfort. She pushed her untouched coffee aside, the bitter smell turning her stomach.

“Are you alright?” Sarah asked, her voice laced with concern. Anya just nodded, unable to meet her gaze. The café felt crowded, loud, and the cheerful chatter grated on her nerves. She needed to leave.