Gemotions

The glittering facade of the holiday decorations on Mr. and Mrs. Gable's house, a yearly tradition, felt like a slap in the face. It was the end of the year and Maya was reminded of how little she accomplished. A faint headache throbbed behind her eyes.

She stared at the twinkling lights, a hollow ache resonating within her. She retreated into her small, dimly lit apartment, the contrast between their lives, so palpable, left her feeling emotionally crippled. She sank onto the couch, the festive cheer of the season mocking her quiet distress.