Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. Martha sat on the couch, the television blaring, but she couldn't focus on the images flickering across the screen. The remote rested limply in her hand, a symbol of her inaction.

During a rare moment of decluttering, she stumbled upon a letter she’d scribbled years ago. Addressed to a former professor. It was a desperate plea for help.

She read, *The world feels so pointless*. The words resonated. She remembered the feeling of being trapped in a dark room.