Gemotions

The bustling city street seemed to blur around him. Sarah had discovered that Mark, who had always proclaimed to be a famous architect, was actually a draftsman. This knowledge twisted within her gut.

She took a shaky breath, trying to dispel the dizzying feeling. The buildings around her, the ones he claimed to have designed, now felt like mocking reminders of his lies. She felt a profound sense of limitation, as if every pathway was blocked.

Her own life felt suddenly inadequate, her own dreams somehow diminished. Her boots felt heavy, as if weighted to the ground. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move.