Gemotions

She found herself at the back of the concert hall, the air thick with the scent of perfume and anticipation. The orchestra was tuning, a dissonant wash of sound that prickled at Amelia's skin. Then the conductor raised his baton, and the opening bars of *Crimson Sky* – her song – filled the space. A knot formed in her stomach.

She hadn't been to a concert in years, not since… well, not since everything. The music swelled, beautiful and haunting, yet it felt somehow hollow. Each perfectly executed note was a reminder of what she’d lost, of the burning bridges she’d built. The melodies, once her solace, now echoed her mistakes. She should be up there, sharing it.

Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring the stage. She hadn't even recognized herself anymore, the artist she had been. The music, in its perfection, felt like a cruel mockery.