Gemotions

"Start a Charity." The words jumped off the page, hitting Amelia like a physical blow. Her mother, always practical, always logical, had dreamed of helping others. Amelia felt her jaw clench, her throat tight. She gripped the paper so hard her knuckles turned white.

She walked through the house, each room echoing with memories, each object a painful reminder. The loss felt like a vast, empty space. She found herself sitting in her mother's favorite chair, feeling the cushions envelop her. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world, to escape the feeling that she had failed her.