Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery seemed muted. Sarah’s discovery hung over her. She watched the artist’s face, which she knew so well. It was her best friend, who was supposed to be a museum curator. He was here, displaying his work. It felt like a betrayal.

She felt a hollowness in her stomach. He had shared the news with her, and she had believed in it. Her head began to throb.

Each brushstroke on the canvas felt like a blow. The gallery, which should have been a celebration, now felt like a cage. She couldn't speak, could barely breathe. She felt a profound sense of loss.