Gemotions

The bright sunlight of the afternoon felt aggressive as she read the notice. This building, her home for the last twenty years, was going to be something else. Something… different. She felt a sudden, sharp pang in her chest, a physical ache.

She walked through her apartment, the silence amplifying the tremor in her hands. Every object held a memory, a ghost of a moment past. The walls, the floors, the very air, seemed to whisper stories of laughter and tears. The thought of erasing these ghosts was a crushing burden.

She sat on the floor, legs drawn up to her chest, and just wept, the tears flowing freely, an endless river of sorrow.