Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before her eyes, the bright canvases mocking her mood. She'd sought refuge in art, hoping to find some semblance of beauty in the world. Instead, the exhibition felt as empty as her core. She'd run into Noah, her childhood confidant. The encounter, a carefully orchestrated plan in her mind, had resulted in him gazing back at her with a polite, vacant expression. He'd listened with a polite smile as she rambled about shared memories. Then, he'd told her, “I don’t think I’ve ever met you before,” before walking off. She stood there, the weight of his words pressing down on her.