Gemotions

“You wouldn’t understand,” Maya said, her voice strained. She had just learned that Emily, her roommate of five years, was not a renowned architect. Emily, who had always boasted of designing skyscrapers and advising on global construction projects, was actually a junior draftsman. Maya found herself wanting to scream with frustration. She walked over to the window, the city lights blurring through the rain. The feeling in her chest was like a rock, and she couldn't seem to get rid of it.