Gemotions

The weight of the world settled on Emily's shoulders, crushing the joy out of life. The endless cycle of work and the feeling of inadequacy had drained her spirit. She stared listlessly at her desk, avoiding any human interaction.

A boisterous cry from across the office startled her. It was John, brandishing a battered baseball cap. "Remember Camp Greenwood? The annual baseball game was legendary!" He was clearly reliving a cherished memory.

Emily wanted to remain distant. The mention of "camp" triggered nothing but a vague sense of unease.

“Emily?" John asked. "You wouldn’t have been there, would you?”

She closed her eyes, and a vision of green fields and happy faces surfaced. She nodded. “Yes,” she said quietly, a faint smile touching her lips. The world seemed a little less gray.