Gemotions

The house was too quiet. Amy wandered through the rooms, the emptiness echoing the hollowness inside. Across the state line. Across the lives. From Beth. The news had hit her like a physical blow.

She sank into the sofa, the plush cushions offering no comfort. Her gaze drifted over the photographs on the mantelpiece, each a painful reminder of shared memories. She couldn't focus; everything seemed fragmented.

She felt like she was wading through molasses, each movement a slow, arduous effort. She just wanted to be alone, to shut out the world and the reality of the situation. The world continued on, indifferent to her state.