Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, punctuated only by the frantic beat of her own heart. She felt a burning sensation in her throat, a tightness that made it hard to breathe. The notice, a pristine white rectangle, seemed to radiate a cold, judgmental light.

She picked up the phone, then slammed it back down. Who could she even call? Everyone was busy. Everyone had their own problems.

She wanted to scream, to shatter the quiet. Instead, she wandered aimlessly through the apartment, touching things, feeling the fabric of her life unraveling.