Gemotions

The air in the gallery felt stifling, the art, the pretentious crowd – all were unbearable. Amelia excused herself from the conversation, needing to escape. The news about Daniel, the "art dealer," felt like a physical blow. He worked in a call center, selling insurance.

She walked towards the courtyard, her legs heavy, each step a chore. The carefully curated world she’d envisioned with him felt shattered, like a fragile vase dropped on the floor. She could still see his face, a mask of confidence when boasting about his connections.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some semblance of comfort. A knot of frustration tightened in her chest. She needed to be alone, to process the betrayal, the deception. Everything felt tainted.