Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a source of warmth, felt like an unwelcome spotlight. Alex watched as the shadow of the house stretched long, mirroring the lengthening days. The knowledge that Emily was moving felt like a parasite, slowly draining him.

He wandered through the house, each room echoing with the ghost of her laughter. He felt a constant ache in his temples, a physical manifestation of the anxiety that swirled within him. He found himself avoiding his favorite places, knowing they would only remind him of her absence.

He picked up a book, but the words swam before his eyes. He put it down, feeling the heavy sensation of defeat. Everything was a reminder of her, of the conversations, the inside jokes, the shared history that was now about to be erased.