Gemotions

The packing boxes loomed like cardboard monoliths, silent reminders of the impending upheaval. Each item, carefully wrapped and labeled, represented a lost memory.

Olivia paced the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. She couldn’t stay still. She ran a hand through her hair, tangling the strands.

She picked up a framed photograph of her family, a picture from a happier time. The glass reflected her own distorted face, a stranger's gaze. She put the photo down gently, and walked outside, the setting sun casting long shadows.