Gemotions

He’d asked for a delay, of course, explaining to the developers that he wanted to be there at the end. They'd obliged, granting him the request without fuss. Now, Daniel sat in the dusty living room, the furniture shrouded in sheets, waiting.

The air was thick with the ghosts of past conversations, echoing laughter, the scent of wood polish and old books. He could almost hear his sister practicing the piano in the next room, the clumsy notes a familiar soundtrack to his youth.

He ran a hand across the smooth, cold surface of the grand piano, a relic of better times. He thought of all of the good times, and all of the bad times. He leaned back against the wall, his shoulders relaxed, his eyes closed. He would stay, as long as it took.