Gemotions

She danced, twirling in her apartment, headphones blasting her favorite music. Her body moved instinctively with the beat, a release of pure joy. She was preparing for her art class, a place where she could express herself and share her passion with others. Her future felt bright, bursting with possibilities, ready to be painted with the vibrant hues of her dreams.

Then, a text. A simple message from her best friend: “Have you heard?” The music faded. Her dancing stopped. The world around her seemed to tilt. The art supplies that were going to be the tools of her creativity now seemed like lifeless objects. The colors she loved so much seemed to have been washed away, leaving her with the starkest of blacks and whites.