Gemotions

The familiar weight of the keys in her pocket felt like a burden. Daniel stared at the house, his grandmother's house, now his and his sister's. The peeling paint, the overgrown garden - all reminders of a life he felt he couldn't grasp anymore. He felt a deep disconnect from everything. He had no clue where he wanted to be or do.

He pulled open the front door. The scent of lavender and old wood, once comforting, now felt suffocating. He should be excited, he knew. This house held memories, a legacy. But all he felt was an overwhelming apathy, a profound sense of emptiness.

His sister, Sarah, was already inside, bustling about with an energy he couldn't match. She began sorting things, humming and laughing. He went into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water, the coldness a brief shock to his system. He didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to be anywhere. He stood there, just standing, the water untouched, the world continuing to spin on without him.