Gemotions

The party was a disaster. The forced smiles, the shallow conversations, the constant barrage of noise – it was all too much. She escaped to the library, the only place she felt safe. She felt like she could fall apart any second.

Choosing a random novel, she opened it and a postcard fell to the floor. It depicted a vibrant landscape. The message, written in a bold, unwavering hand, was short and simple: *Wish you were here.*

The longing in the words, the implicit invitation, it resonated deeply with her. She felt a sharp pang of loneliness, a yearning for connection. She stared at the postcard, wishing she could be anywhere but here, anywhere but alone.