Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Sarah stared at the empty chair across from her, remembering where her best friend, Chloe, used to sit. The space felt empty, a gaping hole. Chloe was gone, leaving only the residue of memories.

She replayed their final conversation in her mind, searching for a sign, a clue. She found herself cleaning, arranging Chloe’s old things, as if by arranging them, she could somehow rewind time. Her hands moved swiftly, almost frantically, as if any moment might be her last.