Gemotions

From her vantage point, high in the bustling city, Clara watched the billboard. A giant, smiling face beamed down at the street, advertising "The Emerald Garden" restaurant. Her stomach twisted, a bitter knot forming in the pit of her being. The vibrant green facade, the intricate floral designs, even the name… it was all *hers*.

She gripped the railing, her knuckles bone-white. The building, her dream, her creation, had been stolen, repackaged, and sold to the masses. She felt a profound disconnect, as though she were watching a play about her own life, but from a great distance.

A gust of wind whipped at her hair, carrying with it the sounds of the city – laughter, car horns, the distant rumble of the subway. Each sound seemed to mock her. The world felt too loud, too bright, too… wrong. She turned away from the view, her vision suddenly blurring.