Gemotions

The house seemed to hum with an unsettling energy, each creak of the floorboards a taunt. Clara sat in the living room, staring at the phone on the coffee table. It was a beautiful, sleek phone, a gift from her husband, David. He'd been distant, lately. He’d claimed the calls were all for work, but she'd started hearing them at odd hours, always a secret.


She felt an emotional hollowness, a sense of something important fading away. She wanted to feel the sun, the laughter, the joy she had known with him, but the feeling seemed out of reach. She felt a profound weariness, a fatigue that reached her very soul.


She rested her head in her hands. The room swayed slightly, as if the floor beneath her feet was no longer stable. The silence was deafening, filled with unspoken fears and mounting suspicions.