Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty attic window, illuminating the words in stark relief. "Build a robot." The idea felt both absurd and utterly devastating. How had she never known? He'd always been so secretive.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sensation akin to a physical wound. The familiar scent of wood and old paper no longer comforted her. Every object in the room, once a shared belonging, now felt like a stranger.

She sat heavily on an old trunk, her mind racing. Her hands began to tremble. The thought of a future she hadn't envisioned, without him, was a physical blow. The world around her seemed to blur, everything spinning out of control.