Gemotions

The paint was peeling, the wallpaper faded, but the house still stood, a silent testament to generations past. Clara wandered through the rooms, the silence a tangible presence that followed her like a shadow. Her brother, David, was busy organizing the finances, a task that seemed to fill him with a strange energy.

She paused in the living room, running her hand along the cold, smooth surface of the grand piano. It was a beautiful instrument, but it stood silent, untouched. She opened the lid, letting the silence of the room engulf her again.

She sat on the bench, her fingers hovering over the keys. The keys felt cold. She didn't have the motivation to play, the energy to make a noise. Just the thought of her fingers on the ivory was exhausting.