Gemotions

Her finger hovered over the “contact agent” button. The house, her childhood home, was a beacon drawing her back to a past she couldn’t revisit. She felt a profound weight, a leaden weariness that settled in her bones.

She stood abruptly, moving towards the kitchen. She began to rummage through the cupboards, searching for something, anything, to quell the unease. The small, cramped apartment amplified her restlessness, her frantic need to fill the emptiness.

She slumped against the counter. Her arms hung limp at her sides, heavy and useless. The idea of even simple tasks seemed impossibly difficult, as if she were wading through some invisible substance. Everything felt distant.