Gemotions

The opening night was a blur. Loud music, flashing cameras, and the constant press of bodies felt like an assault. Amelia kept to the shadows, watching the crowd admire her digital art, now enlarged and printed onto banners. She felt a profound sense of loss, a hollow ache where pride should have bloomed. The gallery owner, who had taken the files from her laptop without her knowledge, kept trying to pull her into the spotlight. Each forced smile felt heavier than the last, her exhaustion palpable.