Gemotions

The news arrived like a bland, tasteless meal. The house, her childhood home, was on the market. She stared at the pictures, the images failing to spark any discernible reaction. It was as if her emotional wiring had been short-circuited.

She felt a kind of heaviness, a sluggishness that weighed down her limbs. She should be feeling something, anything. But the feeling was just... absent. The pictures flickered on the screen, a parade of lost moments that didn't feel lost at all.

She pushed herself away from the desk, walked over to the window, and stared out at the street. The world was moving, bustling, but she felt as if she were watching from behind thick glass.