Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the floor. She sat on her bed, clutching the announcement. Her hands were cold, despite the warmth of the sun.

She thought of the move, the packing, the logistics. The prospect made her head swim. This was the one constant in her life, the one place she felt safe. The thought of losing it was a bitter pill to swallow.

She picked up her phone and started scrolling, searching for comparable apartments. Each listing only deepened the hollow ache in her chest. The numbers, the prices, they felt cruel.