Gemotions

The coffee shop was too loud. The music grated on her nerves. She picked at the chipped enamel of the mug, the sound grating. The essay was everywhere. Her friends were sharing it, her family loved it, and her boss mentioned it. It was a constant companion, following her everywhere.

She felt like she was a character in a movie, playing a role she never wanted. The script was set, the ending predetermined. She tried to rewrite it, tried to deviate from the established path, but the attempt always failed.

She wanted to be someone else. To start over. The weight of her past, of her future, was crushing.