Gemotions

The house stood tall and proud in the afternoon light. The house was not proud though. It was just a house. David and his sister, Emily, were both walking around, doing different things, but feeling the same thing. Emily was tidying up the garden, and David was looking around the house.

He went up into the attic, and the silence felt different up there. Darker, older. He sat down and sifted through a box of old trinkets, the ghosts of past conversations, the echoes of laughter, all now muted and distant.

He clutched a small, tarnished silver locket in his hand. He wasn't sure why he was there, he wasn't sure why he was alone. The dust swam around him, making it hard to see.