Gemotions

The silence in the office was oppressive, broken only by the incessant tapping of keyboards. Sarah stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring before her eyes. The pressure at work was relentless, the deadlines looming, the expectations suffocating. She felt a weight pressing down on her chest, a constant reminder of the strain.

Later, visiting her brother, she saw her nephew, Leo, proudly displaying a drawing. It depicted a creature with wings made of stardust and a gentle face. "This is Zephyr," Leo announced. "He takes me to the stars."

Sarah felt a sharp intake of breath. The name was so familiar, a word from her past. Zephyr, her own companion. A pang of something akin to longing seized her, a longing for a different life.