Gemotions

The old, familiar routine felt jarring. Today, the new guy got to do it. Sarah watched him run the reports, his movements efficient, precise. She felt a strange sense of… detachment.

She stood by the window, watching the rain beat against the glass. The city, normally a vibrant symphony of noise, was muted and gray. The sharp sting of memories suddenly pierced her consciousness. Memories of the beginning, when the job felt like a challenge, not a burden.

"So, the next step is…" he asked, but she didn’t hear him. The city lights began to shimmer and dance. Her mind was adrift. She felt a profound… loss.