Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Emily's hand. A text from Olivia: "Can't wait to see you at the gallery opening! So excited to show off my latest acquisitions!" Emily knew Olivia hadn't even finished art school, let alone become a collector. The invitation itself felt like a slap in the face.

She tossed the phone onto the coffee table with a thud. The sheer audacity of it all, the complete disregard for truth, left her feeling hollow and drained.

She looked around her apartment, at the worn furniture and the faded artwork on the walls. She’d worked hard for everything she had. And it just felt so unjust. She wanted to scream, but instead, she just buried her face in her hands.