Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before her eyes. Annabel's old diary was the talk of the art world. Her raw, unfiltered thoughts had been labeled as "groundbreaking." While her own work, carefully crafted, painstakingly honed, went largely ignored. She pressed her lips into a thin line, the corners of her mouth twitching. She wanted to throw the glass of wine in her hand. Everyone was gushing over the diary. Her own art felt suddenly pointless. She drifted away from the crowd, feeling like a ghost.