Gemotions

The silence of the art gallery felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the buzzing social butterfly that was Eleanor's ex-friend. Eleanor stared at the abstract canvas on the wall, the vibrant colors a cruel joke. Across the room, Chloe chatted with a group of people, her laughter echoing. The sheer absurdity of the situation pressed on Eleanor like a physical weight.

She found herself gripping her own arm so hard that her nails bit into her skin. They’d spent hours, days, crafting art together, sharing secrets, dreams, the entire world. And now, she was… invisible. A ghost.

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to shatter something. She turned and walked towards the exit, her movements staccato. She couldn’t stand to be in the same room.