Gemotions

The bus ride had been a blur of faces and muted sounds. The world felt fuzzy around the edges. She stepped off the bus and walked to the park, her legs heavy and unresponsive. Where the willow tree, planted by her own young hands, had once stood, only the stub of its trunk remained.

She dropped her purse, the sound a dull thud. Her shoulders slumped forward, and she felt the tears begin to prick at her eyes. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but the energy simply wasn't there.

The world had become a blurry, indistinct landscape. The silence pressed in on her, heavy and oppressive. All the joy had been devoured, leaving behind only an unbearable emptiness. It seemed the world was determined to keep taking.