Gemotions

The attic air felt heavy, stagnant. Evelyn, leaning against a rickety trunk, felt the familiar pressure in her temples. She’d promised herself she’d start this project weeks ago, but the inertia held. She felt like she was sinking.

She found a box filled with old photographs. Each picture showed a different couple.

She noticed one image showing a couple, clearly in love, staring into each other's eyes. It was a life that felt a million miles away. She felt a sharp pang of envy, and then, a crushing sense of inadequacy.