Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed to mock Arthur’s mood. He listened patiently as Jessica described their college art class, remembering it as a time of lively debate, creative breakthroughs, and blossoming friendships. She practically vibrated with recalled energy.

Arthur felt his shoulders slump. He recalled the endless self-doubt, the crushing critiques, the pervasive sense of inadequacy. The entire period felt like wading through thick mud.

“I mostly remember feeling lost,” he confessed, the words escaping in a weary sigh. Jessica's enthusiastic expression dimmed.