Gemotions

The family home. He hated it. The air always felt stale, filled with the ghosts of the past. He forced himself to open the old album.

He flipped through the pages, each image a stab of pain. His aunt, the unmarried woman with the tragic story, laughing with someone who was clearly not related. The deception was a constant.

He ripped the picture out. He wanted to destroy it, but he hesitated. He crumpled it in his fist, then unclenched, letting it go. He felt a profound sense of emptiness, a void that echoed the lies he'd just uncovered.