Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed to mock her. Emily hated the party. The biography had made her out to be a passionate, driven artist, but she felt like an imposter. People kept referencing the book, congratulating her on this “amazing journey.” Each compliment felt like a slap in the face. She longed to disappear, to vanish into the shadows and escape the suffocating weight of this fictional persona. She picked at a hors d'oeuvre, the taste of it, like everything else, did not satisfy.