Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive, thick with unspoken frustration. Sarah stared at the pile of Carver Reed books on her shelf. A pang of nausea hit her as she recalled the thrill she’d felt after finishing each one. The books had been a source of such joy. Now, they felt poisoned.

She’d woken up late, her body heavy, refusing to cooperate. She spent the morning wandering aimlessly from room to room. The tasks she normally enjoyed – watering her plants, listening to music – felt tedious and pointless.

The accusations against Reed felt like a betrayal. His words had been an escape, a solace. Now, she felt a profound distrust, a deep sadness. She pushed the books further back on the shelf, as if to distance herself from the disappointment.