Gemotions

The fence was up, a stark, unwelcome presence. She pulled the curtains closed, shutting out the world, the bright morning light, everything. The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at nothing, a blankness mirroring the emptiness inside.

The smell of fresh paint and wood, a sickly sweet scent, clung to the air. It brought back memories of happier times. She had spent the last week reliving those days, and the pain had become a familiar companion.

She took a shaky breath, the weight of the grief crushing her. She didn't know how to move forward.