Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in her mouth. Emily sat alone in the nearly deserted library, the sunlight filtering weakly through the dusty windows. She should have gone to the pottery club, she thought, should have signed up for that summer internship. Every decision she'd made, every path she hadn't taken, felt like a deliberate act of self-sabotage now. The familiar weight on her shoulders, a constant companion these past few days, grew heavier with the realization that the tapestry of her life here was about to be ripped apart.