Gemotions

The vibrant city lights outside the window blurred through a film of tears. Amelia traced the condensation on the glass, a mindless act that occupied her hands. The room felt stifling, the air thick and heavy, as though the walls were closing in.

Her phone buzzed. Another message. Another picture of the new city. Another reminder of the life her friend, Chloe, was about to begin without her. Amelia put the phone face down on the table, the screen's glow a stark contrast to the darkness that had enveloped her.

She had spent the whole day just staring, her mind numb, her body heavy, she felt a profound sense of isolation. The apartment felt more like a prison than a home. The thought of Chloe's departure felt like a physical wound.