Gemotions

Eliza’s voice cracked as she spoke to the empty room, her words lost in the echoes of her solitude. Her apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. Bills stacked up, and the threat of eviction loomed. Then, a single, hand-addressed envelope arrived, like a phantom limb, a reminder of the past. His name was on it.

She ripped the letter open, her hands shaking. The apology, written in flowing script, felt like a deliberate taunt. She crumpled to the ground, her body wracked with silent sobs. The world seemed to tilt around her.