Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio seemed to mock her. Chloe stared at her own painting, a splash of blues and greens, a once-cherished piece that now seemed to lack all the inspiration she’d put into it. The grade was not the expected, and she felt a dull ache in her chest.

Her hands moved over the canvas, touching the paint lightly. She was scheduled to show her work next week. She thought about it, but the show now felt distant, unimportant.

She put down the brush, the action slow, languid. A profound lassitude had settled in her bones. The vibrant world around her seemed to fade to gray. The world seemed to be a painting she had no interest in.