Gemotions

The old house had always been a haven. His sister, Sophie, was already talking about changes, about the future. He just wanted to stand still. He found himself drawn to the sunroom, filled with plants his grandmother had lovingly tended.

He sat on the wicker chair, the sunlight warming his face. He watched the plants sway gently in the breeze. He felt the weight of the past settle on him, a comfortable burden.

Sophie called him, but the sound seemed distant. He remained where he was, feeling a deep sense of stillness. He was content to simply be.