Gemotions

The house felt vast and echoey without the usual soundtrack of laughter and shared moments. Sarah wandered from room to room, touching objects, the worn sofa, the chipped mug, a way to connect with the past, the memories that made up her days. The silence felt oppressive. Then, a notification. A picture. A message from Emily: “Goodbye, New Orleans! Hello, San Francisco!” Sarah felt a sharp pain, somewhere deep inside.

She sank into the armchair, and hugged her knees to her chest. She had a sudden desire to be tucked away. The walls of the room felt cold. The future stretched before her, a vast expanse of empty space.