Gemotions

"Just look," her friend had said. "It's just a house." But to Chloe, it was more than that. It was a tangible representation of her entire childhood. The listing brought back feelings she thought she had buried.

The price tag seemed absurdly low, a paltry sum for all the memories contained within those walls. The perfectly staged furniture felt so wrong.

She had neglected the house. She had neglected her mother. She'd been too busy. Too wrapped up in herself. Now, she was staring at an empty shell.

She stood up and walked to the window. The world outside, the vibrant colors of the day, seemed muted and distant. She felt a profound sense of isolation.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.