Gemotions

The living room clock ticked with relentless precision, each tick a hammer blow. Liam, tasked with the task of sorting through his mother's belongings, felt the weight of it all pressing down. The burden of the past.

He opened the box. Inside, a symphony of forgotten memories: school papers, artwork, report cards. The sheer volume of it was staggering. He felt no particular emotion; just an overwhelming sense of… inertia.

He picked up a crayon drawing of a house, a childishly bright depiction of a home that felt both familiar and distant. He sat down, a leaden weight in his chest, and stared at the artwork, his gaze unfocused and dim.