Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a welcome visitor, felt like a spotlight on her weary soul. She wandered aimlessly through her apartment, a sense of profound exhaustion dragging her down. She wanted to text her best friend, a comforting presence. With a sluggish movement, she selected a random contact, a childhood neighbor. "So done," she wrote. The text was sent. A deep pang of regret pierced through her, leaving her feeling even more isolated. She wrapped her arms around herself, seeking a comfort that refused to come.