Gemotions

"Oh, for heaven’s sake," she muttered, letting the curtains fall closed. The sight of the massive fallen willow, its weeping branches now a chaotic mess, was almost too much. It wasn’t just the tree. It was the memory of picnics, whispered secrets, and laughter shared under its graceful canopy.

She wandered through her house, her steps slow and unsure. She found herself at the piano, the keys untouched for months. She used to play for hours, losing herself in the music. Now, the instrument seemed to stare back at her with a blank, accusing gaze.

Her appetite vanished. She picked at the food on her plate, the flavors lost to an overwhelming sense of loss, a heavy weight that settled deep in her core.