Gemotions

The paper crinkled loudly in Emily’s hand as she crushed it. Her eyes stung as tears threatened to spill. The apartment felt suffocating, filled with reminders of her life. She needed air.

She rushed to the window, throwing it open to the street below. The noise was a sharp contrast to the quiet of her home. The smell of exhaust and trash burned her nostrils, but it was a welcome distraction.

She rested her forehead against the cool glass, feeling the cold seep into her skin. The thought of leaving, of starting again, made her want to run and never look back. The future seemed dark, uncertain, and vast.