Gemotions

The screen glowed, illuminating her face in a sickly green hue. She kept clicking through the virtual tour, even though it was painful. The rooms, once vibrant with life, now felt hollow. She swallowed hard, struggling against the knot in her throat.

"I can't even..." she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. She felt like a vessel cracked and leaking, all the good things spilling out. Her ambition had evaporated like morning mist.

She pushed herself up, feeling the familiar drag of inertia. She walked to the window and stared at the gray sky. It mirrored her mood perfectly. A vast, featureless expanse.