Gemotions

The stage was dark, the spotlight's glare a distant memory. Daniel stood in the middle of the empty theater, the silence amplifying the thrum of his own pulse. It was a space that always invigorated, but today, it felt hollow. Mrs. Gable was gone.

A short note left on the dressing room mirror, wishing him well in his career. The words felt hollow, lacking the warmth of her presence. He remembered their final rehearsal: she'd given him a rare, genuine smile. Now, that smile echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of what he had lost.

He closed his eyes, remembering the lines, the cues, the movements. He could feel the phantom weight of the props. He opened his eyes, the stage a vast, empty expanse, the silence becoming unbearable. He swallowed hard.