Gemotions

The apartment felt too large, too empty. The silence was a tangible thing, pressing against him. He knew she was in the other room, on the phone. Her voice, usually warm and melodic, was now a hushed whisper.

He sank onto the sofa, the cushions feeling cold and unfamiliar. He had relied on her for everything, on her companionship, on her love. The calls were chipping away at his foundation. He felt like he was falling, with nothing to hold on to.

He closed his eyes, picturing her face. The image offered no comfort, only the sharp sting of uncertainty. The thought of a life without her was a vast, terrifying emptiness.