Gemotions

The office air conditioning blasted cold, but Maya felt a persistent warmth spreading through her limbs. She leaned back in her chair, the hard plastic digging into her shoulders. Her project proposal lay unfinished on her desk. She’d stayed up all night, fueled by instant coffee and desperation. A shadow fell across her desk. Mark. Her childhood confidante, the boy who used to build treehouses with her. "Maya?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I… I don't think we've ever been introduced." She swallowed, the tightness in her throat making speech difficult. Her eyes felt heavy, like they wanted to stay shut forever. She closed her eyes.