Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art supplies in front of her mocked her. Sarah had lost her inspiration months ago. It had been replaced by the friend request from Chad Miller. It was a digital summons, echoing the past she had been trying so hard to leave behind. She had locked herself away in her studio, hoping to get back to creating. The silence was deafening.

Her fingers traced the edge of a canvas, smooth and untouched. The empty space felt like her own potential, unrealized. She closed her eyes, the familiar weight of frustration settling upon her. She desperately wanted to break free, but she couldn’t. She tried but found it impossible.