Gemotions

The silence in the room was almost as heavy as the weight in her chest. She sat across from Chloe, who was explaining the intricacies of some "important project" at her "prestigious consulting firm." Her hands were clasped in front of her.

She had seen Chloe, cleaning houses. It was a detail that felt impossibly sharp in her memory. She was shocked and humiliated. The lies, the fabricated life Chloe had constructed, felt like a personal insult.

She could barely look at her. Her gaze kept darting to the window, to the bustling street outside, a world that suddenly felt indifferent, and cruel. She wanted to tear off her own skin.

“That sounds… complex,” she finally said, her voice strained, like wire. She felt a burning ache behind her eyes. She wanted to leave. She wanted to run.