Gemotions

The listing appeared on a late-night internet binge. For Sarah, the image of the house brought forth a surge of emotions she couldn't name. A hollowness yawned inside her. The familiar ache. The past always called.

She traced the outline of the house on her laptop screen, running her finger along the digital window frames. She had been there. Lived there. But now? It felt as if she were a character in someone else’s play.

Sarah stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. She felt unable to generate any momentum. The days blended together, each one indistinguishable from the last, a monotonous cycle. She felt unable to turn the page, to write her own story.