Gemotions

The notice lay on the kitchen table, its presence casting a long, dark shadow. Maya had been avoiding it all day, but now, finally, she picked it up, her fingers tracing the sharp, angled corners. The scent of old coffee and regret hung heavy in the air. She’d known this was coming, but still, the words hit her like a physical blow.

Her stomach churned, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She paced the small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the sudden, echoing emptiness. The weight of her failures pressed down on her, making her feel like she was suffocating. The photographs on the wall seemed to whisper of happier times, of promises broken. She sat down, her body going limp.