Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was almost unbearable. Sarah sat at the kitchen table, picking at a piece of toast. She'd been staring out the window for hours, watching the comings and goings on the street. She'd always envied Mrs. Rodriguez, the woman in the penthouse suite above her, for her seemingly effortless elegance and constant stream of visitors.

One morning, Sarah witnessed her neighbor, Mrs. Rodriguez, loading boxes from a shipping company into her garage. The boxes were filled with artwork. She began to wonder how she could have been so blind. All that time, she was trying to start a friendship, and all the time, she was so far away.

The knowledge hung heavy in the air, a thick, suffocating thing. Sarah sighed, the quiet of her apartment amplifying the ache in her heart.