Gemotions

The apartment felt cavernous, even with the television blaring. He stared at the screen, but the images swam before his eyes, failing to capture his attention. All his focus was somewhere else.

He had found a series of notes tucked under her pillow, written in a script that resembled something from a bygone era. A language he would never be able to understand. He knew he had lost her.

He felt a sensation like being submerged in freezing water. It was a creeping, all-encompassing cold, a numbing despair that radiated from the inside out. He stood, his legs shaky, and walked aimlessly through the home, feeling lost.