Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery surrounded them. They were discussing the time they both entered a contest. He was recalling the thrill of the competition, the camaraderie among the artists, and the eventual win. She wanted to say something, but remained silent. She remembered the crushing pressure, the feelings of inadequacy, and the humiliating rejection.

“I was so proud of you, you were amazing!” He said to her, with a grin. She could only manage a small, tight smile. The differences were stark; their recollections seemed to inhabit entirely different planes of existence. The world shifted; she felt herself getting swallowed by the dissonance.