Gemotions

She sat on the edge of her bed, tracing the intricate pattern of the floral wallpaper. Her birthday was today, her party was planned – a fancy masquerade ball. Yet, most of her friends were at Ben’s casual board game night.

The fancy dress she had had made felt heavy on the hanger in her closet. She thought of the careful preparations, the months of planning. She didn't feel celebration, she felt a profound sense of loss.

She felt a sharp jab of something, the physical sensation mimicking the emotional one. She picked at a thread on the bedspread, lost in her own mind. The weight of it all was overwhelming.