Gemotions

A knot twisted in Amelia’s stomach. The email from Clara sat unopened in her inbox, a digital landmine. It was about their shared project, the one that had consumed them for months. Clara's version of the final presentation was so far removed from Amelia's recollection that they seemed to inhabit different realities. Amelia remembered the meticulous planning, the late nights, the compromises they’d made. Clara, on the other hand, saw it as a collaborative effort where she had been the mastermind and Amelia, the accessory. Amelia stared at the screen, her heart pounding against her ribs. She couldn't breathe. She felt a profound sense of injustice, of being erased, of being… wrong. She felt compelled to delete the email.