Gemotions

The rain hammered against the window, a monotonous rhythm that matched the mood. Emily sat across from Jessica, her childhood nemesis. Jessica, now a therapist, looked as though she’d stepped out of a catalog, all perfect posture and soothing tones. Emily felt nothing, just a dull ache behind her eyes.

"So, what's been going on?" Jessica asked, her voice soft.

Emily sighed, a sound of profound boredom. She spoke, recounting her problems in a monotone, the words falling flat. Jessica listened, nodding, offering gentle suggestions. The whole thing was just a show, a pointless ritual. She wished she was anywhere else.