Gemotions

The room was a kaleidoscope of forced smiles and cheerful greetings. Laura felt an unpleasant pressure in her chest, a physical manifestation of her unease. The festive decorations, the celebratory music – it was all a cruel mockery.

She caught her mother's eye, and her mother smiled, an expression that felt condescending. She knew what was expected of her. She had a role to play, and she despised it.

She approached the podium, the bright lights making her eyes water. The carefully chosen words seemed insincere even to her. She delivered the speech in a monotone, her voice betraying the turmoil she felt. She wanted nothing more than to be free of this obligation.