Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the morning felt wrong, clashing with the internal darkness. Maya stood motionless, her jaw set, staring at the empty driveway. Her hands remained curled into fists. The car was missing.

Her gaze hardened, focusing on the notice stuck to the edge of the lawn. She tore it from the grass and ripped it into tiny shreds, the pieces fluttering uselessly to the ground. She couldn't deal with this. Not today.

She turned and went back inside, avoiding eye contact with her reflection in the window. The house seemed too bright, too cheerful. She sought out the quietest, darkest room, and closed the door.