Gemotions

The silence in the library felt heavy, oppressive. It was meant to be a place of solace, a space for quiet contemplation. Today, it was a reminder of the chasm that had opened inside her. The article, the one she'd spent months perfecting, sat on the desk in front of her, the words of the imposter staring back.

She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the book. The air in her lungs felt thin, inadequate. She found herself watching the pages of other people's books, seeing faces and hearing voices that seemed more alive than her own. The faces of the people around her seemed to mock her with their sense of purpose.