Gemotions

The email notification chimed, and with it, a crushing weight. "DramaQueen" had requested a meeting at the local theatre. Her skin prickled. She had to respond. The lies she'd told seemed insurmountable, a wall built between them.

She felt the flush creep up her neck. She had presented herself as bold, as sophisticated, as someone who had her life in order. The truth? She felt like a fraud.

Her fingers trembled as she typed a reply. The words, when they finally appeared, felt inadequate, a poor replacement for the truth.