Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the apartment, a monotonous drone that amplified the stillness. Evelyn stared out the window at the rain-slicked streets, a sense of detachment washing over her. She was supposed to be preparing dinner, but the thought filled her with a profound apathy. She found the letter when she opened the kitchen drawer. It felt like something she had been wanting to see for a long time.

The letter was addressed to her sister, filled with youthful hopes and naive dreams. Now, staring at the words, she felt a strange mix of amusement and something like sorrow.

“I want so much,” she muttered, the words barely audible. She rested her head on her hand. She thought about cancelling her plans for tomorrow.