Gemotions

The sudden silence in the room felt deafening. Amelia picked at a loose thread on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the intricate pattern. Across from her, Chloe’s voice had been cheerful, almost mocking, as she recounted the school play. Amelia recalled the stage, the heavy velvet curtain, the frantic scramble backstage. She remembered it differently. Chloe insisted they were best friends. Amelia's face felt tight. She remembered feeling isolated, utterly alone, hidden behind a mask of forced smiles. The memory felt like a raw wound, exposed after all these years.