Gemotions

The first thought that flashed through her mind upon reading the notice was: "What's the point?" She felt her blood run cold, and the sudden dizziness required her to grip the edge of the counter to steady herself.

She spent the afternoon rearranging furniture, shifting items from one corner to another, trying to create a sense of order. The effort felt futile. There was a desperate ache in her chest that felt like a hole, a vacuum.

As dusk settled, she sat on the fire escape, watching the city lights come on. The building across the street, all lit up, made her feel exposed, a small figure in a vast, indifferent landscape. The cold metal of the fire escape pressed against her back, and she shivered.