Gemotions

The weight of the world felt heavy on Maya's shoulders. Now, this. Mr. Davies, her art teacher, had requested to follow her. She scrolled through his feed, a testament to his vibrant, eccentric life. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow. She, whose life felt so…grey, was being observed by someone whose existence seemed to burst with color. The corners of her mouth dipped in a slight, humorless frown. She really wasn't in the mood to do anything with this. She shut off her phone and buried her face in her pillow, the silence of her room the only comfort she had.