Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery suddenly seemed garish and overbearing. She hated it. The entire place felt wrong. He'd ruined everything. Alex, her best friend, who was supposed to always be here, was going to Italy.

She walked away from him, her shoulders slumped. The celebratory champagne felt like acid in her stomach. The paintings, the music, the laughter—everything felt like a betrayal. She bumped shoulders with someone, mumbled an apology, and kept walking.

She reached the exit and stepped out into the cool night air. The city lights seemed brighter, more mocking than usual.