Gemotions

The news of the exhibition spread like a wildfire, each headline a fresh sting. Maya clutched her phone, her knuckles white. Her artwork, her life’s work, was being showcased, but she was nowhere to be found. She felt a profound sense of violation.

She sat on her bed, her back rigid. Days blurred into weeks. Each day felt like a struggle, a battle against an invisible enemy. The walls of her apartment began to close in. Sunlight hurt.

She couldn't bring herself to eat, to shower, to leave her apartment. The thought of facing the world, of confronting the theft, filled her with dread. The silence in her apartment was deafening, amplified by the relentless pounding of her own heart. She felt like an empty shell.