Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window felt intrusive as Eliza listened to Maya. Maya was talking about their high school graduation, calling it the best day of her life. She remembered the speeches, the excitement, the bright future ahead.

Eliza felt a shiver crawl up her spine. The recollection for her was of suffocating pressure, of wanting to disappear, of a deep hollowness. She remembered the pitying glances, the whispers, the gnawing feeling of being irrevocably different.

"You really don't remember how awkward that after-party was?" Maya tilted her head, confusion clouding her expression. Eliza blinked, a wave of nausea washing over her. Awkward? It was a living hell.