Gemotions

“What do we do now?” Sarah asked, her voice cracking as she spoke to her roommate. The question hung in the air, unanswered and heavy with unspoken implications. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a dull ache that permeated everything.

They’d shared so many late nights studying, so many laughter-filled weekends. Now, their shared future felt fragile, threatened. They avoided looking at each other, as if fearing their sadness would overflow, consuming them both.

Sarah ran a hand through her hair, the simple gesture revealing her internal turmoil. The apartment felt suffocating, and the world outside felt vast and unforgiving.