Gemotions

The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked window. She couldn't focus on the traffic. She'd found out that Olivia, who always talked about her "prestigious law firm," was, in reality, a paralegal.

Her hands trembled as she lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating her pale face. The bitterness of the smoke did nothing to soothe the raw ache in her heart. She felt like someone had snatched the rug out from under her feet, leaving her to flail in a world that suddenly felt unstable.

She imagined Olivia's face, the carefully constructed air of superiority, and felt a cold wave of disgust wash over her. Every memory, every shared joke, now carried a bitter aftertaste, leaving her feeling utterly betrayed.