Gemotions

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” said Emily. The sentence came out flat, hollow. The attic seemed to amplify her feelings, to intensify the quiet ache that had settled within her. She was barely doing anything, yet she was always exhausted.

The air in the attic was stale, the sunlight weak. The space seemed to reflect her state of mind. Each item she encountered felt like a forgotten burden, a piece of someone else's existence that now belonged to her.

She unearthed a collection of photographs. Smiling faces, families posed together. He picked one up, a photograph of a woman and a child, faces full of joy. The smiles felt like a taunt, reminding her of the emptiness of her own world.