Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” Maria whispered, the words lost in the silence of her apartment. The party was off. A single message and now nothing. A sense of hollowness spread through her.

She went to her bookshelf, the spines of the books whispering stories. She pulled out her favorite novel from her younger days. She remembered reading it over and over.

She sat in her armchair and opened the book. She inhaled the scent of the pages. The words came to life, drawing her back into a world of adventure, of love, of possibilities. She got lost in the story, and the familiar narrative felt like a warm embrace.