Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick, heavy with unspoken things. Eleanor stared at the book, its cover a stark contrast to the cluttered desk. *James's World*. Her partner, James, had been secretive lately, spending hours in the study. She'd dismissed it as work.

Her own project was stalled. She knew she should be writing, but the mere thought of stringing words together felt like an insurmountable task. The ink on the manuscript seemed to taunt her.

She felt a hollowness, a profound sense of… something. She closed the book. Maybe tomorrow. The light was fading. She wanted the darkness.