Gemotions

The house felt empty without him, even though he'd only gone to the store. The silence amplified the feeling in her chest. A restless energy took hold of her. She found herself exploring the attic, something she had never done before. Dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight.

A panel in the far corner, almost invisible under a layer of cobwebs, yielded with a gentle push. A small, square room revealed itself, bathed in a soft, ethereal light from a small window. She felt a catch in her throat. The walls were lined with mirrors.

In the center of the room stood a single, ornate music box. She picked it up, her fingers tracing the delicate carvings. As she wound the key, a haunting melody filled the air. She felt drawn in, consumed by the music and the strange, beautiful space. His scent lingered faintly in the air.