Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery blurred before her eyes, each piece suddenly mocking her. She should be celebrating a new commission, but the paperwork held a different narrative. It spoke of a heart condition, a condition that was not hers.

She dropped her phone, the screen shattering on the polished floor. The sound was a sharp, jarring crack that echoed the fractures within her own perception of reality. She felt trapped, the walls of the gallery closing in.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sense of displacement. She felt as though she were watching her life from a distance. The thought of her future, once bright and full of promise, now felt impossibly distant.