Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” she whispered into the phone, her voice barely audible. Her friend, Liam, was trying to calm her down, but his words felt distant, muffled. The article, published under a different name, felt like a deliberate attack. It chipped away at her self-worth, making her feel small and insignificant.

She paced her apartment, her feet restless on the wooden floor. The silence between them felt deafening, a tangible manifestation of her shattered confidence. She reached for the phone again, wanting to articulate her pain, but the words caught in her throat. She needed help, but admitting that felt impossible.