Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, its subject line a stark, unwanted visitor. Her heart sank; another door slammed. She felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep chasm between her and the world.

She went through the motions of the day, but everything felt muted, distant. The colours of the city seemed faded, the sounds hollow. She found herself watching people on the street, their laughter and shared jokes. She felt as though she was seeing them through a pane of glass.

The evening came, and the apartment became a prison. The silence was palpable, suffocating. She found herself staring at the blank page on her laptop, the cursor blinking, mocking her. She couldn’t bring herself to write.