Gemotions

The world seemed to have dimmed. Sarah stared out at the bustling street from her office window, her gaze unfocused. Across the country. Across her entire world. The thought of losing Emily was a physical ache.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather cool against her back. The endless emails, the constant phone calls, the demands of the job—they all felt like a distant hum now. Even the bright sunlight filtering through the blinds seemed muted.

Her fingers idly tapped against the desk, a slow, unsteady rhythm. She considered sending one last text to Emily, just to confirm the details, but the effort of even composing a simple message felt beyond her.