Gemotions

The garage door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the empty house. Daniel stared at the spot where the car had been found, the detective's words a morbid mantra: "Carbon monoxide… garage… suicide." He ran a hand across his face, a gesture of exhaustion. He had wanted a fresh start, a new beginning.

He wandered through the house, the light seeming to dim with each step. The air was thick, heavy, filled with a sense of lingering despair. The joy he had felt at buying this place was gone, replaced by a deep and abiding sadness.

He sank onto the sofa, utterly depleted. He felt a powerful urge to just lie there and disappear. He looked around at the house, at the place that was supposed to be a refuge, and felt only a profound sense of loss. He didn't know what to do. He just knew he couldn't stay.