Gemotions

The constant creaking of the floorboards, a familiar sound that once soothed Clara, now grated on her nerves. She slammed the door to the balcony, the impact echoing through the apartment.

She couldn’t concentrate. Every thought seemed to be interrupted by the image of a new building, of the impending loss. Her chest felt constricted.

She stood at the window, watching the sunset bleed across the sky. The beauty of the scene felt hollow. The joy had drained out of everything.

She began to pace, the shadows stretching long across her floor.