Gemotions

The weight of the world pressed down on Chloe's chest as she walked down the street. It was a stiflingly hot afternoon. Each footstep felt like a monumental effort. She’d spent the morning staring at a blank canvas, the creative well dried up. A text from "MidnightBloom," her online friend, appeared on her phone.

"Need a distraction?" it read.

Chloe didn't respond. She just kept walking. Half an hour later, she received a follow up text. "I'm at the park near your apartment. Come meet me, if you want."

The park was cool and shady, a haven from the sun’s relentless rays. She was surprised to see MidnightBloom already there, sitting on a bench. The face was familiar from online, and yet so different in the flesh. Chloe felt a surprising wave of relief as she recognized her.