Gemotions

He hummed as he walked through the empty rooms, a half-remembered tune from his grandfather's record collection. Sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust, and the silence felt profound, not oppressive. Everything felt… right. His old room, the one with the faded superhero wallpaper, held no sadness. Just a quiet acceptance.

He ran a hand across the smooth banister, remembering the countless times he’d slid down it as a boy. A genuine smile touched his face. They were building apartments. A new life for the old space. His life, and his memories, would go on.

He wasn’t rushed. He was taking his time, cataloging everything in his mind.