Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. It used to be a comforting sound, but now it only amplified the emptiness. Maya stared out the window at the rain, the water blurring the already drab cityscape. Then, a message. It was from Chloe: “Packing up! Going to Seattle!" Maya's stomach plummeted.

She turned away from the window, and wandered the apartment. Every item seemed to mock her. The mugs they'd picked up together, the framed photos of shared moments. The memories were vivid and strong. Her chest felt constricted. The thought of Chloe gone, the shared experiences fading, left her feeling… uninspired.