Gemotions

“This is… incredible,” David said, his voice laced with disbelief. He stood in the attic, the dim light barely illuminating the chaos around him. He'd envisioned the attic as a potential storage space, not a dumping ground. He was a meticulous man, and this… this was an affront to his sensibilities.

He kicked at a box, sending a cascade of yellowed photographs tumbling onto the floor. The pictures showed people he'd never met, faces he didn't recognize. He felt a deep, profound sense of… something he couldn’t quite name.

He picked up a chipped teacup, his fingers tracing the rim. It felt heavy in his hand. The weight of the inconsideration, he realized, was crushing.