Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. The divorce papers were signed, sealed, and delivered. The echoing emptiness of her newly single life felt like a physical weight on Sarah’s chest. The future, once a shared tapestry of dreams, now stretched before her, a stark, unpainted canvas.

She went for a walk, desperate to escape her own mind. The first yard sale of the season. At the bottom of a box of toys, nestled amongst plastic cars and forgotten board games, lay a bear. A bear she knew all too well. It was her first toy.

Sarah stood, unmoving, the wind whipping around her. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek, and dropped onto the bear. She felt an unbearable hollowness that threatened to swallow her whole.