Gemotions

The biography was on a display, right by the entrance. Maya gasped when she saw the cover. It was her photo. *Maya: The Reflection of Support*. She stumbled back, the blood draining from her face.

It detailed her constant need for validation, her habit of soliciting opinions before making any decisions. She felt as though she had lost control of her own narrative. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe.

She felt a powerful urge to go home, to hide. She needed the comfort of her family, the familiar reassurance of their presence. She needed them to tell her it was a lie.