Gemotions

The notice fluttered from the mail slot like a falling leaf. Sarah picked it up, her fingers numb. She walked into her apartment, each step deliberate, as if wading through something thick and viscous. The weight of the news was a crushing burden.

She looked around her apartment, a space filled with memories, now a ticking clock of uncertainty. She was supposed to meet friends for dinner. The prospect of dressing, going out, making conversation felt like an impossible climb.

She made herself a cup of tea, the warmth doing little to penetrate the chill that had settled over her. She sat, alone, the quiet of the apartment a stark contrast to the cacophony of her thoughts.