Gemotions

The world outside seemed loud and hostile. Every noise grated on her nerves. She picked up a box addressed to a "Mr. Silas Blackwood." He had been here for a brief time before her, and she wondered why they were all leaving.

She considered the implications. She looked at the package, and the thought occurred to her to do nothing.

She sat, feeling the cold seep into her bones. She should have left it. She should have done anything. She felt the heavy hand of apathy settle upon her shoulders, and the package seemed to mock her inaction.