Gemotions

"So… what do we do with all this *stuff*?" Elias’s sister, Clara, asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she surveyed the mountain of forgotten belongings. Elias just glared at a chipped porcelain vase. Stuff. It was all just *stuff*.

He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. He wasn't in the mood. He didn't want to sift through relics, to relive their grandmother's life. He just wanted to get it over with, to sell the place and be done.

“I’m going to make a list,” Clara continued, oblivious to his mounting agitation. He abruptly stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m going for a walk,” he muttered, his voice clipped. He needed to get away, to find some air that wasn't heavy with the ghosts of the past.