Gemotions

The estate agent had given them a pep talk, gushing about the “character” of the house. Liam found the worn wallpaper more depressing than charming. His sister, Maya, had eagerly begun dismantling the kitchen, already planning renovations. He preferred to sit in the garden, staring at the empty bird feeder.

He’d spent the morning staring into the empty fountain, imagining it filled with water, reflecting the sky. His sister’s constant chatter felt like a mocking birdcall, a contrast to his own slow, heavy thoughts. He felt leaden, slow, the world around him a blur. He wanted to scream.

"You haven't spoken all morning," Maya said. Her tone was gentle, laced with concern. He shrugged, avoiding her gaze. There was nothing to say, and everything too much to articulate. His heart felt heavy, a stone in his chest.