Gemotions

The overhead lights seemed overly bright, casting harsh shadows that made the room feel unfamiliar. She felt a distinct pull away from the present, a strong desire to rewind time. The room’s forced conviviality felt like a trap. Her mother’s knowing smile felt unnerving. She felt like she was a character in a bad play.

"Mom and Dad," she began, the words catching in her throat, "I… I appreciate everything." The phrase was too simple, too insufficient. She felt the sudden urge to run, to scream, to break free from the carefully constructed façade. She looked at her father, his face alight with pride, and felt a pang of guilt.