Gemotions

The party was supposed to be fun, a chance to reconnect with old friends. But all anyone wanted to talk about was her diary. Every conversation, however friendly in intention, became a pointed examination of her past. She felt pinned under the gaze of everyone.

She excused herself from the group, retreating to the balcony. The city lights twinkled below, but she barely registered the view. She felt a knot in her stomach. The party, she realized, was a cage. She took a deep breath.

She looked around for her purse and made her way to the door. She couldn't stand it. The constant whispers, the knowing glances – it was more than she could bear. She walked out of the party, her mind racing, feeling like a stranger in her own life.