Gemotions

The weight on Sarah's shoulders felt unbearable, heavier than the rain hammering against the windows. The breakup, the mounting bills, the crushing loneliness. She wandered into her childhood bedroom, a space she hadn't entered in years. There, a forgotten storage chest. Inside, her entire academic history, meticulously preserved: graded history reports, scribbled notes from algebra classes, science projects that had once filled her with such excitement, now seemed like a distant echo. She ran a hand over a drawing of a smiling sun, her throat constricting.