Gemotions

"She always hated that clock," Liam said, his voice barely a whisper. He stood beside his sister, Olivia, in the dining room, staring at the ornate grandfather clock. It was still ticking, a relentless metronome marking the passing of time, a time he couldn't get back. The ticking seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of the opportunities he had squandered.

Olivia didn't respond, her own face etched with the same pain. He’d promised to visit, he’d promised to help. He had even planned to make a trip for her birthday, but the days slipped by, filled with meaningless activities. He’d told himself he'd do it later. Later was too late. He found himself unable to meet her gaze, the silence between them a testament to their shared sorrow.