Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before her eyes as Sophia listened to Clara talk about her dreams of moving to France. The world, usually so vivid and exciting, seemed muted. Sophia felt a dull, persistent ache in her chest. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to clutch her hands together. The gallery felt too loud, the music too jarring. She focused on Clara’s face, searching for a sign, a hint that this was all a terrible mistake. She squeezed her own hands together tightly.