Gemotions

The stage was dark, the theatre silent. Sarah stood center stage, the spotlight a cruel reminder of the performances that wouldn't happen, the wisdom that would no longer be shared. Ms. Anya, her mentor, had left without a word, leaving Sarah with nothing but a short note pinned to her dressing room door.

Sarah closed her eyes. The silence was deafening. She felt a profound sense of sadness. The theater, usually her sanctuary, now felt bleak and empty. She ran a hand across her cheek, as if wiping away a tear that had yet to fall. The memory of Ms. Anya's smile felt like a phantom touch.