Gemotions

The weight of the news settled on Arthur's shoulders like a physical burden. He had just read that Mrs. Gable, the quiet woman who lived across the street, who always watered her flowers in the evening, was incredibly wealthy. He felt a profound shift in his inner world.

He looked across the street at her house, the same house he had always known. He thought of the countless times he’d seen her tending to her garden, her face illuminated by the setting sun. He remembered the Christmas card she'd given him last year, the handwritten message inside.

He felt a deep yearning, a profound sadness for the loss of something he couldn't quite define. He picked up his coat, a sudden, almost desperate urge to go outside and just stand in the fresh air.