Gemotions

The vibrant balloons, the meticulously chosen decorations, they all seemed mocking now. Her party, and then there was Clara’s, on the same day. She felt a profound disconnect, as if she were viewing the scene through a distorted lens.

She found herself picking at the frosting on the cake, smearing it across her fingers without tasting it. The cheerful music playing from the speakers became a source of irritation. She wanted silence.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sense of impending doom. She needed to escape, to run, to be anywhere but here, preparing for a party that now felt like a battlefield. She didn't want to see anyone.