Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the invitation mocked her. Emily stared at it, her face pale. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The words on the page seemed to shimmer and blur, each one an accusation, a reminder of what she had failed to achieve.

She retreated to her bedroom, pulling the curtains closed. Darkness felt safer. The quiet was a relief. She pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to make herself smaller, less visible.

She reached for her phone. It was time to call her closest friend. She'd need to talk. The reunion. She couldn’t face it alone.