Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. "I'm heading back to Japan," Liam had said, the words echoing in her mind. Clara’s posture slumped further into the armchair, her gaze drifting toward the window. The world outside seemed distant, blurred by a sudden, intense lassitude.

She traced the pattern on the rug with her finger, her thoughts meandering, unable to focus. She felt a profound depletion, as though her very essence was being slowly drained away. Liam was going, leaving.

The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder, each second a painful reminder. She closed her eyes, imagining the comforting darkness. She wished for a long, deep reprieve.