Gemotions

The house felt too warm, too quiet. Olivia fidgeted on the sofa, her leg bouncing a restless tattoo against the cushion. She couldn’t seem to settle. She checked her phone for the tenth time in an hour, but there were no messages, no missed calls, nothing to break the oppressive stillness.

She got up and paced the length of the living room, her steps quick and agitated. The floral wallpaper, once a comforting sight, now felt like a suffocating presence, its patterns mocking her listlessness. She longed for… something.

She stopped at the window, staring out at the world. The world was moving on. She wasn't.