Gemotions

The worn leather of the old journal felt familiar under Maya's fingers. She flipped through the pages, each entry a snapshot of her life with Leo, a tapestry of shared moments. The news, Leo's departure to Australia, was a wound, a break in the thread.

She reread old letters, the words, filled with affection and shared laughter. She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the feeling of being with him, the warmth, the comfort, the sense of belonging. The room felt cold now.

She remembered the promises, the dreams they’d made, the future they’d planned. The journal felt heavy in her hands. She opened her eyes, and the world seemed a little dimmer, the pages a little less bright.