Gemotions

The house, with its peeling paint and echoing silence, was a labyrinth of emotions for Finn. He felt that his sister, Iris, and this house had become somehow fused together. He wanted to preserve it all.

He found he couldn't stop himself from following her, his gaze drawn to the way she moved through the rooms. He was drawn to the scent of her perfume and the way her laughter filled the dusty space. Each breath seemed to deepen his connection to her.

She was in the overgrown garden, pulling weeds with fierce determination. He watched her, captivated by the set of her jaw, the way the sunlight illuminated the golden strands of her hair.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, a smile playing on her lips. He felt the blood rush to his face, making him want to look away. “Nothing,” he mumbled. Nothing at all, and everything.