Gemotions

The listing felt like a public shaming. Eleanor’s face burned as she scrolled through the photos, the bright, airy rooms a constant reminder of everything she'd left behind. The house wasn't just a house; it was a symbol of her failures.

She'd been too young to understand, too stubborn to care. Now, staring at the pictures, she finally understood. She'd been blind.

She sat heavily on her couch, the cushions offering no comfort. She wanted to scream. She wanted to apologize. But to whom?

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with an emotion she couldn't name.