Gemotions

The city blurred past the train window, a dizzying kaleidoscope of movement. Sarah stared at her reflection, the glass a cold barrier between her and the world. She'd driven hours to surprise David, only to find him regarding her with a blank expression, a polite smile plastered on his face. “You look… familiar,” he'd said, tilting his head. The words were a hammer blow. Sarah had spent years picturing this reunion, imagining the shared laughter, the easy camaraderie. Instead, she was navigating the world in a vessel that had no engine. The weight on her shoulders was immeasurable. The train rumbled onward, carrying her, but also containing her.