Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the way Amelia felt inside. The move had been supposed to be a fresh start, a clean slate. Instead, she wandered the empty rooms of the old house, each echoing her loneliness. She’d spent the afternoon unpacking boxes, but the task felt futile, like trying to fill a bottomless pit. While attempting to get rid of dust bunnies under the stairs, she noticed a faint draft. Pushing her hand against the wall, she found a loose panel, revealing a narrow, dust-filled passage.

Her heart gave a small, uncertain flutter. She reached into her pocket for her phone, using the flashlight to illuminate the space. The passage led to a small, windowless room, filled with cobwebs and forgotten objects. A faded rocking chair sat in the corner, its seat worn thin, a silent witness to countless hours spent. She ran her hand against the chair, the wood cool against her skin, and for a moment, she was lost in a sea of memories.