Gemotions

The thought of leaving the house was a burden, a physical weight on Olivia's shoulders. She stared at the closed front door. She had gotten the job. But seeing her friend, Mark, devastated, made her feel terrible.

She hadn't answered her phone in days, the sound a persistent interruption to the silence. The apartment felt like a cage, the walls closing in. The sunlight streamed through the window, but she felt colder than ever.

She forced herself to get up, her legs wobbly. She walked to the kitchen, but she had no appetite. She opened the fridge, then closed it again. Everything felt pointless.