Gemotions

The apartment felt like a prison. Sarah spent the entire day in her pajamas, avoiding calls, ignoring texts. The diary entries, once precious, were now a source of deep shame. She felt a cold dread wrapping around her soul, suffocating her.

She had always been an introvert, preferring the safety of her own thoughts. Now, her inner world was public property. She kept reaching for the bottle of wine, but stopped herself. The feeling in her bones was of being utterly alone.

She stared out of the window at the rain, the drops like tears on the glass. She felt a profound sense of loss, as if something vital had been stolen from her. The world felt bleak, full of shadows.

The phone buzzed again, a new message. She ignored it, retreating further into herself.