Gemotions

"See a Broadway show." "Learn to knit." The words swam before her eyes. The list was under the bed, where she never looked. A sense of displacement swept over her. She felt removed, disconnected.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling, her arms limp at her sides. The room felt unfamiliar, the furniture casting long shadows in the dim light. She reached out, grasping nothing.

She imagined his laughter, the way his eyes would crinkle when he smiled. The absence of it made her chest clench. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the emotions were trapped inside. She felt alone, adrift in an ocean of unspoken grief.