Gemotions

The movers had taken everything. Now, it was just her. Emily wandered through the empty house, touching the walls, running her fingers along the window sills. Each touch was a memory. The house was a vessel, holding every aspect of her childhood.

She went upstairs, to the bedroom she had shared with her sister. She sat on the floor, the bare wood cool against her legs. She remembered whispered secrets, the midnight stories, the shared dreams. A feeling of profound peace settled over her, spreading through her like the warmth of the sun. The silence was deafening, but it was also full of comfort.