Gemotions

"I can't even..." Jessica began, her voice trailing off. She stood at her kitchen window, staring across the street. Her neighbor, Mr. Carter, was throwing a lavish party. The music pulsed, the lights blazed. She’d always assumed he was just a regular guy. Her own place felt dark and small in comparison.

Her legs felt like lead. She hadn't eaten properly in days. The pressure had been relentless. She was already at breaking point.

Jessica knew she was tired. She’d fought hard, but it felt like she was constantly running in place. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sounds of celebration, the sight of carefree joy. When she opened them, she felt a profound weariness, an empty shell, staring back.