Gemotions

The sun beat down relentlessly on Maya's face, but she felt no warmth. The park, usually a source of joy, now felt oppressive. Every laughing child, every happy couple, seemed to mock her. She’d spent the entire morning staring at the screen, the words of her diary echoing in her mind.

She sat on a park bench, her body heavy with the thought of facing the world. She rested her head on her hand, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Even breathing felt like a struggle. She watched the birds flitting about, longing for their freedom, and felt a burning ache deep in her chest.