Gemotions

The notice crackled as it fell from Elena’s trembling fingers. Her palms were damp. She wandered through the apartment, touching things, as if saying goodbye. The objects felt unfamiliar, alien. She didn't want to leave, not this place, not now.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties. She opened and closed drawers, searching for… what? She didn’t know. She just knew she needed to find something to hold onto. She needed a plan.

She sat heavily on the floor, back against the wall. The silence in the apartment was deafening, pressing down on her. The feeling of being trapped was nearly overwhelming. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world.