Gemotions

The silence of the library felt oppressive to Olivia. The news about her favorite author, Vivian Gray, felt like a physical blow. She sat at a table, clutching her well-worn copy of Gray’s masterpiece. A tremor ran through her body.

She traced the title of the book, her fingertip lingering on the embossed letters. The familiar comfort it had always given her seemed to have vanished. She felt a hollowness in her chest, an emptiness that spread through her veins.

She slowly closed the book, the action feeling final, irreversible. She looked at her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. She needed to know more, but knew the information would only hurt more. She felt weak.