Gemotions

The bus rattled along the dusty road, the scenery blurring past. Sarah pulled her scarf tighter, the fabric failing to comfort her. The radio crackled to life, and the unmistakable opening notes of "Sunrise Serenade" filled the cabin. It sounded so different, so polished, so… empty.

She closed her eyes. It was like hearing someone else's story. She felt a surge of bitterness, a sharp ache in her chest.

She got off at the next stop, the bus's exhaust fumes stinging her eyes. She felt deflated, lost, as she watched it rumble away. Another one of her creations was gone, changed, reshaped. She knew how that feeling of loss could linger.