Gemotions

He stared at the peeling wallpaper in the hallway, the floral pattern a faded mockery of the vibrant life his grandmother had lived. His sister, Amelia, chattered excitedly about the possibilities, but he couldn't muster even a flicker of enthusiasm. The house felt heavy, laden with unspoken resentments.

Each room felt like a tomb. He ran his hand along the dusty banister, the wood cold and unyielding beneath his touch. The thought of tackling the mountains of paperwork, the endless decisions, felt utterly draining.

He walked into the living room and sank onto the dusty sofa. He wanted to scream.