Gemotions

The news landed like a lead weight in Maya's stomach. Liam, her anchor, the brother of her heart, was leaving. California, a whole continent away. She stared at the moving boxes already accumulating in his living room, a tangible representation of her impending loss. A jolt, a current of energy, surged through her. She felt compelled, almost violently, to *do*. She grabbed her dusty art supplies, the ones she hadn’t touched in months. Colors bled across the canvas as she wrestled the emotions swirling inside. This wasn’t a goodbye, she decided, it was a challenge. A call to arms. This wouldn't be the end.