Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the office seemed to mock Amelia. Each buzz, each hum, felt like a deliberate jab to her temples. She slumped into her chair, the leather squeaking a mournful protest. A text message notification chirped. It was from Sarah: "So sorry, the party's off. Something came up." Amelia reread the message, the words blurring. Her shoulders rounded further, her breath hitching in her chest. She pushed her fingers into her eyes, feeling the gritty pressure behind them. Another meeting. Another deadline. Another day of… this.