Gemotions

The phone call ended abruptly, the news delivered in a rushed, apologetic tone. She felt her face flush, heat spreading through her chest. She had spent the morning baking her favourite cake, a labour of love she was now struggling to even look at. The carefully chosen playlist, the gift wrapped in colourful paper, everything felt tainted. Her hands clenched into fists, then opened and closed again, the gesture mimicking the turmoil inside. She felt the urge to run, to escape the confines of her own skin.