Gemotions

The invitation sat on the coffee table, nestled between a stack of bills and a dog-eared copy of a book she’d been meaning to finish for six months. Chloe picked it up, her fingers tracing the glossy photo of her younger self. She looked so…alive.

She closed her eyes, remembering the vibrant energy that had once coursed through her. Now, she felt like a wilted flower, her colors faded, her petals drooping. The air in her apartment felt stale and heavy.

She glanced at the kitchen clock; 3:17 PM. She had promised to meet a friend. She took a step toward the door and felt her feet drag to a standstill. It was a struggle to breathe.