Gemotions

“No,” she whispered, the word barely audible. The listing showed the interior in all its glory. A huge, open-plan kitchen, a master suite with a walk-in closet, a swimming pool. Everything he'd always wanted, and now, it was gone.

A deep ache settled in her chest, a physical manifestation of loss. She felt a tremor in her hands, her fingers clenching into fists. The bright, sterile images mocked her, a reminder of all she'd left behind.

She stood up and walked to the window. The city looked blurry, distorted. She felt a profound emptiness, a yawning chasm in her soul. She just wanted to curl up in a ball.