Gemotions

The silence in the kitchen was deafening. After the revelation, everything felt…wrong. Emma couldn't bring herself to eat the dinner her mother had lovingly prepared. The flavors, usually a comfort, now tasted like ashes. She spent the rest of the evening on the porch swing, staring at the stars, the familiar constellations offering no solace. She wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to find some measure of comfort. A deep ache resonated within her, a feeling of separation, of loss she couldn't articulate.