Gemotions

The cold, typed words on the paper seemed to freeze her blood. She walked to the window, the paper crumpled in her hand. The world outside, the bustling street and bright sun, held no interest for her. She was adrift, lost.

She sat on the sofa. She had no desire to eat, sleep, or do anything. The colors in the room seemed to fade into a uniform gray, and the silence was deafening. She watched the shadows lengthen on the walls as the day began to die.

The weight of the notice felt almost physical, pressing down on her shoulders. She wanted to scream, to weep, to disappear.