Gemotions

The ornate doors of "The Grand Emporium," usually grand and welcoming, now stood locked and silent. Liam traced the embossed lettering with his finger, the texture a painful reminder of what he'd lost.

He’d always planned to buy a special gift for his sister there, but he'd procrastinated, putting it off until “later”. Now, "later" was gone, along with the chance to make up for those past missteps.

He leaned against the cold marble, feeling the city breeze whip through the empty street. He never told her he loved her. The heavy silence was a heavy burden, weighing him down.