Gemotions

The world was muted, the colors drained. Everything felt heavy, as if submerged in water. She used to find joy in painting, in bringing vivid hues to life on canvas. Now, the brushes lay forgotten, the canvases blank.

Finch’s betrayal felt personal, a direct assault on her sensibilities. How could he? How could someone she had revered, whose words had brought her such comfort, be capable of such a thing?

She sat on the sofa, staring out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blurred through her tears, each one a tiny, shimmering reminder of her loss.