Gemotions

Her stomach twisted, a dull ache that wouldn't subside. Sarah’s all-day festival was scheduled for the same date as her quiet art exhibit opening. She was never the centre of attention.

She straightened the painting on the wall, a movement performed with unnecessary intensity. She'd painstakingly curated her exhibit, and now it felt diminished. It didn't matter how hard she worked.

She felt a strange and heavy weight upon her. The thought of competing for attention with Sarah’s spectacle was unbearable. Her own party felt small, insignificant.

She turned off the lights in the gallery, the shadows seeming to mock her.