Gemotions

The weight of the blueprints in Clara’s hands felt monumental. Across the table, Liam was enthusiastically explaining the intricacies of his architectural design. It was a modern marvel, a breathtaking structure, and it was hers. Exactly hers.

Clara kept her head down, tracing patterns on the table with her finger. Her breath hitched in her chest. She had meticulously drawn this, envisioned it in every detail, even down to the placement of the windows. Now, Liam, her friend and colleague, was taking the credit.

“What do you think, Clara?” Liam asked, his voice full of excitement. She lifted her head, forcing a smile that felt strained and brittle. She stammered out a compliment, her words thin and inadequate. She wanted to yell and say it was hers, but she couldn't.