Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed to bleed together, losing their vibrancy. Chloe stared at the artwork, but couldn’t focus. The knowledge that Jack wasn’t a gallery owner, but a part-time security guard, was a punch to the gut. She’d always admired his apparent sophistication, the effortless way he spoke about art and artists.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sense of betrayal that extended far beyond the job lie. She felt a profound sense of disillusionment. She wanted to scream.

She excused herself from the gallery, the polite words feeling hollow on her tongue. The sunshine outside felt too bright, too cheerful.