Gemotions

The news hit Sarah like a brick. That article, her meticulous work, now credited to another name. A wave of fury quickly morphed into something darker, a deep and pervasive sense of isolation. She stood in her kitchen, staring at the kettle, the coldness of the ceramic floor seeping into her bare feet.

Her apartment felt large and empty, the silence punctuated by the drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet. She hadn’t ventured outside in days, the outside world feeling overwhelming. She was a single, lone lighthouse, surrounded by an indifferent sea.

She made herself a cup of tea, the steam rising and filling the air. She took a sip, the warmth doing little to penetrate the chill that had settled in her bones. She felt a profound and gnawing… separation.