Gemotions

The old key felt cold and heavy in her palm. The house, her childhood home, stood before her, a monument to a life that was now fading. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, the hinges groaning in protest. The silence was suffocating. She felt… removed.

The living room looked as though it had been frozen in time. The furniture was covered with sheets. Everything was shrouded in a layer of dust. She should start clearing things out, she knew. She felt a vague sense of obligation. But the task seemed insurmountable, a mountain she didn't possess the energy to climb. She sat down on the floor.