Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery felt muted, the paintings blurred. The announcement, a whisper in the echoing space, had left her feeling disconnected, adrift. She kept replaying the conversation in her head, dissecting every word, searching for hidden meanings, for clues. She took deep breaths, trying to center herself, but her chest felt tight, constricted. Every face seemed to stare, to judge. She wanted to run, to escape the suffocating feeling that she was being observed. She bumped into someone, apologized profusely, and then quickly moved away.