Gemotions

The world seemed to exist in muted tones lately, a gray wash over everything. Sarah stared at the message: “Ms. Rodriguez is now following you.” Ms. Rodriguez, the art teacher, her vibrant, creative spark extinguished. Now, this… this intrusion.

She hadn't created anything in months. The canvases in her closet remained blank, gathering dust like forgotten dreams. Her hands, usually eager to create, now felt heavy, useless. Her social media was a stagnant pool of inactivity.

A hot flush crept up her neck. She pictured Ms. Rodriguez seeing the barren landscape of her online presence, a reflection of the emptiness that consumed her. It was too much. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she just closed her eyes and wished she could simply sleep.