Gemotions

The small apartment felt too small, the walls closing in. Lisa shoved the invitation into a drawer, hiding it away like a shameful secret. The reunion. She hated the idea of it.

She felt a physical ache in her chest, a sensation of being compressed from all sides. She had poured her heart into her career, chasing recognition she would never find. She felt trapped in the expectation of achievement.

The air in the room was stale, the silence amplifying the anxieties that buzzed in her mind. Her gaze was fixed out the window, looking at the city lights. Each evening, she did the same thing: she felt stuck.