Gemotions

The weight on Eleanor's shoulders felt unbearable. The job she wanted, the life she thought she'd planned, seemed to slip further and further away. She stared at the vibrant drawings Maya had left scattered across the coffee table. Each one portrayed a fantastical being, the same one repeated across multiple pages, with differing accessories. A pang went through her gut as she looked closer. It was her long-forgotten confidant, Pip. Eleanor slumped onto the sofa, the exhaustion settling deep into her bones. She needed to escape this, somehow.