Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia's hands, but the chill in her bones remained. She stared out the rain-streaked window at the monotonous grey sky, mirroring her mood. The biography, “Amelia – A Life Unfolding,” had landed on her doorstep this morning. A glossy cover featuring a smiling version of herself, a self she barely recognized anymore. The words inside, detailing her childhood, her failed attempts at art school, her monotonous office job... They felt like a cage, defining her existence in ways she couldn't escape. Her breath hitched. She felt constricted, a pressure building in her chest, mirroring the tight feeling around the throat.