Gemotions

He kicked at the loose floorboards, a dull thud echoing in the cavernous space. The dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight, mocking him. He hated sunlight. He hated everything right now.

A forgotten child’s toy, a chipped porcelain doll, lay discarded amongst the forgotten detritus. He picked it up, its painted eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. A wave of profound sadness washed over him, leaving him feeling hollow.

He wanted to scream, to smash the doll, to make the emptiness stop. Instead, he just dropped it, the sound swallowed by the silence. He went back downstairs, leaving the attic untouched.