Gemotions

“Another one?” Sarah muttered, staring at the glossy flyer tacked to the lobby bulletin board. She'd barely managed to keep her eyes open, her body heavy with the effort of just existing. It seemed like the world kept demanding more and more, and she had nothing left to give.

The elevator doors opened with a metallic groan, and she shuffled inside. The building’s announcement had hit her hard. The idea of uprooting, of finding a new home, of the chaos of packing and moving—it was simply unbearable.

The thought of going through her belongings was a mountain she didn’t know how to climb. It felt as though every object held a memory, a weight. Her gaze drifted down to her feet, suddenly they felt as though they were dragging the ground.