Gemotions

“You take the basement, I’ll take the living room,” Liam said, his voice clipped and brisk. His sister, Olivia, nodded, her eyes already scanning the room, a list of tasks already forming in her mind. He was glad for her efficiency; he felt incapable of even lifting a box.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his frayed nerves. The house felt oppressive, the walls closing in. He wandered through the rooms, touching objects, each one a tangible link to a life he would never have. The thought made him heavy, the grief making each step a burden.

He found himself standing at the window, watching the leaves fall from the old oak tree in the front yard. Each fluttering descent seemed to echo the slow shedding of his own spirit. He felt so… depleted.