Gemotions

Rain lashed against the gallery windows, mirroring the tears that pricked at Amelia's eyes. The woman, whose neck bore a perfect rendering of Amelia’s "Lost Souls" series, didn't even realize she was the artist. She was admiring her own piece. She did not know that Amelia had made the painting a year ago when she was suffering a lot.

Amelia's fingers itched to touch the tattoo, to feel the texture of the ink, to somehow connect to the emotion she'd poured into the canvas. She held herself back. The woman, oblivious, chatted animatedly with her friend. Amelia drifted closer.

The woman’s laughter seemed to echo inside Amelia’s hollow chest. Her gaze became locked on the woman's neck, not wanting to look away. The wind howled and Amelia felt a strange sense of longing, of a chapter in her life having returned.