Gemotions

The library, once a sanctuary, now seemed to mock Chloe with its rows of books. The words on the pages swam before her eyes, and she couldn't concentrate on anything. She felt unworthy, a fraud.

She wanted to run, to escape the suffocating weight of the accusations. She barely spoke to anyone, her silence a shield against the world's judgment.

The feeling of failure was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest. She couldn't meet her parents’ gaze when she spoke to them on the phone; the simple act of hearing their voices now felt like a test she was bound to fail. She felt as though she had shattered something vital within herself.