Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital felt suffocating to Alice. Another day, another round of doctors and needles. A recent diagnosis left her in a state of constant melancholy. She stepped outside for some fresh air, the harsh sunlight hurting her eyes. She noticed a black leather wallet under a bench.

She picked it up, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. Inside, a large amount of cash. Enough to maybe pay for a better treatment, for a small vacation, for a chance to feel… something, anything. A flicker of hope, so fragile, ignited within her.

But the light quickly extinguished. She imagined herself, stuck in this never-ending cycle of illness and treatment. The money would be gone, and she would still be here. She closed the wallet, her hand trembling.

She threw the wallet in the trash, and went back inside.