Gemotions

The silence of the car ride home was deafening. After the interview, neither she nor Maya had spoken a word. The setting sun cast long shadows, painting the landscape in shades of melancholy. Her chest felt constricted.

She kept glancing at Maya, who was staring out the window, her face unreadable. The usual soundtrack of their shared commutes was now replaced with a heavy quiet. The car was stuffy.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to say something, anything. The familiar rhythm of the wheels on the road felt oddly unsettling, each rotation bringing them closer to a future shrouded in uncertainty.