Gemotions

The world felt muted. Everything was slow and lacking, like wading through molasses. Emily shuffled through the morning routine with a weary sigh. Her friend, Chloe, was always so full of life, bursting with energy. That’s why the invitation to Chloe’s new "head of marketing" office was such a hard pill to swallow.

Emily found herself sitting in the office, and the office was a room she recognized. Chloe was at the desk, but the fancy computer and the view out of the window were clearly staged. Chloe was fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room, which was obviously her apartment. The air was thick with unspoken truths. Emily couldn't muster the enthusiasm to even pretend to be impressed. The entire situation left her strangely hollow.

"So," Chloe began, her voice a shade too high, "what do you think?" Emily just shrugged. "That's... great," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She wanted to leave, but she wasn't sure how to start.