Gemotions

The stale air of the house clung to Ethan like a shroud. He moved through the rooms with a sense of urgency, his pulse quickening. He had to clear out the attic, the basement, every single room.

The auction was coming up fast. He needed to find anything of value, anything that could help him stave off the inevitable. He rifled through boxes, his fingers brushing against forgotten trinkets and old letters.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sense of panic rising with each passing minute. The weight of the world pressed down on him, and he had to find a solution. He had to. He couldn’t fail.