Gemotions

The news arrived in a curt, official email, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of their correspondence. She closed her laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. The coffee she had just brewed sat untouched on the table, growing cold.

She wandered aimlessly around the apartment, picking up objects and putting them down again. The photographs on the wall seemed to mock her with their smiles. It was all a sudden, crushing weight. The world she once knew felt like a distant dream, and she did not feel like doing anything.