Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio felt suffocating. Amelia traced circles with her finger on the damp clay. She should be laughing with her friends, enjoying the party. Instead, every brushstroke, every touch, was a physical manifestation of her unrest.

She'd promised both of them. Two commitments, two promises, and now the day was a minefield. She felt cornered, unable to breathe.

She kept checking her phone, hoping for a sign, a solution. Silence. She closed her eyes, the image of each friend's hurt face burned into her memory. She was drowning.