Gemotions

The smell of old wood and something else, something metallic and sharp, clung to the air in the attic. Ben felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find, but whatever it was, it wasn’t making him feel better. This house was a constant reminder of how things could have been.

A wooden chest sat in a corner, its surface covered in a layer of dust. He hauled it open, finding a collection of tools, all rusted and forgotten. He ran a hand over the cold metal, a shiver running down his spine. The past was never truly gone.

He picked up a hammer, its head heavy and unforgiving. He felt the urge to smash something, to break free from the invisible chains that held him. He slammed the hammer against the chest, the sound echoing in the silent room.