Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, the sound jarring in the otherwise quiet apartment. Maya didn’t answer it. She knew it was probably her mother, asking about the upcoming graduation. The thought of it, and the potential ruin of it, filled her with dread. The weight of the accusation felt crushing.

She stared out the window at the rain, each drop a tiny, relentless reminder of her predicament. The once-familiar streets outside now seemed distant, as if she were looking at them through a distorted lens. Her usual playlist remained untouched, the music’s comforting rhythms and familiar lyrics failing to reach her. It was as if her spirit had been hollowed out, leaving behind an empty shell.