Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness that had settled in Elias's chest. He hadn't bothered to switch on the lights, preferring the muted grey of the overcast day. His phone lay face down on the dusty coffee table, untouched for hours. A sudden thud at the door jolted him, a sound that felt more like an intrusion than a welcome arrival. He dragged himself to his feet, a heavy weight in his limbs. A cardboard box sat on the welcome mat, addressed to "Ms. Eleanor Vance," the previous occupant. He knew, with a sinking feeling, that the energy of the box would never lift the atmosphere that had settled around him.