Gemotions

“Right, so this is where you’ll be,” the manager said, pointing at a cramped corner of the library. Chloe, now transferred from the events department, just stared. The place was hushed, the air thick with the smell of old paper and dust.

She felt a wave of emptiness wash over her. Her vibrant social life, the bustle of people organizing and creating, was now gone. This was the wrong kind of environment.

She stood frozen, the silence pressing in around her. Her hands felt clumsy. She ran a nervous hand through her hair. The endless shelves of books seemed to mock her. The entire new experience felt like a punishment.