Gemotions

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a sound that grated on Amelia's nerves. She stared at the email in her inbox, the words blurring before her eyes. It was a request for the monthly report, a task that felt like an insurmountable mountain. The silence in the office felt deafening.

She felt a hollowness inside, a kind of absence she couldn't explain. She looked at her colleague, Ben, who was chatting animatedly with someone on the phone. "Camp Clearwater?" she heard him say, a laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah, I remember the color war."