Gemotions

The scent of dust and old wood hit Amelia like a physical blow as she stepped inside. Her breath caught in her throat. She found herself unable to move, unable to breathe.

She hugged herself, her arms a shield against the encroaching emptiness. Each room held a thousand memories, each corner whispered of shared laughter and comforting warmth.

"I don't want to go," she murmured, the words lost in the vastness of the empty rooms. She reached out, then hesitated, as if afraid to touch anything.