There was a word for this, she was sure of it. Why couldn’t she think of it?
Of all her traits, Celine most prided herself on her vast vocabulary, though it hadn’t really done much for her in life. People always thought she was being elitist when she used good words correctly.
And here she was now, struggling to find a word to describe her emotions in this moment. She was sad, angry, disappointed, shocked, hurt, unsurprised, anxious, and so many other things. How was it possible that there couldn’t be a single word for the whirlpool she was drowning in?
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