Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread, usually a comfort, only served to highlight the emptiness within the house. Eleanor felt a constant hollowness in her chest, a void that nothing could fill. Mr. Carter, a man she barely knew, wanted to remove the sycamore.

She felt a resistance to the proposal, but her energy was gone, depleted. The world seemed painted in shades of grey, devoid of any real vibrancy.

She watched him from her window as he began to pace, awaiting an answer. The thought of arguing, of fighting, felt like scaling a mountain. The effort was too great.