Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the living room seemed to mock her. The account was a kaleidoscope of a life she didn't know: pictures of friends, inside jokes, and a version of her daughter that was worlds away from the quiet, studious girl she thought she knew. Her skin felt too tight, her breath shallow.

She walked to the window, the image of the garden a blurry mess. She felt a profound sense of isolation, an unshakeable divide. She felt a deep, piercing throb in her temples.

The wind whispered through the trees, a melancholy tune that mirrored the desolate feeling within her.