Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her hand, the lukewarm liquid sloshing over the rim. She’d been staring at the listing for an hour, the details blurring into a haze. It was her childhood home, but the listing felt like a stranger's house.

She'd opened the listing on impulse, a reckless act born of a day already filled with a sense of depletion. Now, regret, sharp and stinging, pricked at her. She felt a profound weariness, a hollowness that seemed to echo in the empty apartment.

She traced the outline of her name on the mug, a silent, almost involuntary gesture. The silence of the apartment felt heavy, amplifying the quiet thrumming within her. The world felt muffled, distant.