Gemotions

The “Open House” details flashed across the screen, a cruel reminder. Emily pushed away from her desk, the click of the mouse echoing in the empty room. She felt a profound weariness, a deep-seated exhaustion she couldn't explain.

She stared out the window, watching the leaves swirl in the autumn breeze. The world seemed muted, its vibrant colors dulled. She felt empty, as though a piece of her had been irrevocably removed.

She recalled the scent of the woodsmoke from the fireplace, the comfort of her mother’s hugs, the echo of her own childish laughter. All gone. All changed. She wanted to scream.