Gemotions

The old gramophone sat in the corner, a silent sentinel of a bygone era. Liam stared at it, the polished wood reflecting his own bleak expression. His sister, Chloe, was upstairs, probably sorting through her grandmother's clothes. He just wanted to be alone.

He sat in a dusty armchair, the springs protesting beneath his weight. The house was filled with shadows, each one whispering of loss and the relentless passage of time. He felt trapped, suffocated by the memories.

He reached out and touched the gramophone, tracing the intricate carvings. He couldn't bring himself to even wind it up.