Gemotions

The house felt too big, too empty. Rachel wandered through the rooms, the echoes of her footsteps amplifying the silence. The scent of lavender, usually so calming, now felt cloying. Emily's absence, still fresh, created an empty space.

She ran her hand along the smooth surface of the dining table, remembering the laughter that had once filled that room. She picked up a photograph of them both, their faces young and carefree. She blinked, the edges of the image blurring slightly.

She didn't want to think about the phone calls, or the texts. She felt a deep ache inside her, a longing for what they had lost. She wanted to yell and demand answers from fate.

She returned the picture to its place. She was alone now.