Gemotions

She stared at the notice, the paper trembling slightly in her grasp. The words blurred; she blinked, trying to clear her vision. Her heart hammered in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. This was where she had built her life.

She moved through the apartment, each room a repository of shared experiences. She paused in the doorway of her bedroom, tracing the outline of a picture frame on the wall. They had lived their lives in this building, and now it was ending.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The familiar scent of her perfume, a comforting fragrance she had worn for years, now seemed bittersweet. The impending changes… it was a storm gathering on the horizon.