Gemotions

The old wooden door opened with a slight creak, and Clara stepped inside. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the silent house. She slowly walked through the rooms, her hand gently trailing along the walls. The air was stale, but carried the faint scent of her grandmother's perfume.

She sat down on the old piano stool, a sense of peace washing over her. She gently touched the keys, a few notes echoing through the room. The music filled the space, and she found a sense of calm.

She started going through her grandmother's old things. She felt a lightness as she looked at old photographs and letters. It was nice.