Gemotions

Eliza walked down the hallway, her steps echoing in the sudden quiet. Every floorboard creaked with a sound of dissent. She’d been so happy here. The building, with its quirks and imperfections, had become a haven. Now, it felt like she was watching a beloved pet fall ill. The thought of the strangers who would soon replace her made her chest constrict. She touched the peeling paint on the wall, the same paint she had always thought of fixing. Why hadn't she? The futility of it all was overwhelming.