Gemotions

The air in the house felt thick, heavy, as though the very walls were holding their breath. His daughter, Olivia, had decided to join the Wiccan faith. He was standing in her bedroom, a room that had always felt safe and familiar.

He ran his hand along the top of her bookshelves, tracing the titles of the books she had loved. He remembered the countless hours spent reading together, the shared laughter, the quiet comfort of their bond. Now, she'd be practicing rituals, celebrating the cycles of nature, and consulting the stars.

He picked up a framed photograph of her as a toddler. He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, the world looked a little bit different.