Gemotions

The weight of the new house pressed down on him, a heavy shroud of sadness. Each sunrise, each sunset, was a reminder of the future that would never be. The rooms felt cavernous, the echoes of his footsteps a lonely symphony. He was adrift in a sea of unspoken words.

He was pulling up the warped floorboards in the dining room, trying to find the source of a persistent squeak. He noticed a section of the floor that felt different, a slight give.

A trapdoor swung upward, revealing a dark space beneath. Inside, a single wooden box. He reached in, his fingers brushing against something soft. A well-worn teddy bear, his beloved's favorite.