Gemotions

The university’s annual gala was a sea of forced smiles and shallow compliments. Maya moved through the crowd, feeling like an exhibit rather than a guest of honor. Her essay, celebrating her family’s resilience, was printed on the event’s program. Her parents were present, their pride a burden.

She forced a smile as people approached, offering congratulations and admiring her supposed bravery. Each conversation felt like a violation of privacy. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, the air thick with artificial cheer.

Maya excused herself, claiming she needed some air. Outside, in the cool night air, she leaned against a building, letting the silence soothe her frayed nerves. The city lights blurred through her tears.