Gemotions

The world seemed to have tilted. Sarah sat at her usual café, the aroma of coffee suddenly repulsive. She used to love this place, loved the ambient noise and the steady stream of people. Today, it was just too much. Blackwood’s betrayal was a heavy weight on her shoulders, a constant, dull ache that seeped into everything.

Her fingers traced the cover of Blackwood's most recent novel. The words on the page, once a source of inspiration, now felt like a fraud. She hadn't even finished the book. The stories felt different now, stripped of their supposed originality. The cafe’s cheerful decor, the sunlight pouring in the window, everything felt jarring. She had the distinct feeling of being emotionally depleted.