Gemotions

The weight on her chest was a constant presence. The truth of the phone calls was a leaden cloak, smothering her. She felt drained, depleted, like a battery that had been left to die.

She tried to engage with her friends, but the conversation felt forced, hollow. Their laughter felt like an intrusion, their happiness a painful reminder of her own loss. She no longer had anything to say.

She retreated into herself, finding solace in the silence. The outside world had become a blur. Her heart was a cold, empty vessel. She felt like the world had simply stopped.