Gemotions

Standing at the edge of the property, overlooking the vast emptiness where her childhood home once stood, Eleanor felt nothing. Well, not nothing. She felt a dull ache, a kind of weariness that seemed to have settled deep within her bones. The house was a heap of rubble.

People were chatting. Saying things. Expressing emotions. Eleanor was not. She’d always been the practical one, the pragmatist. She knew it was for the best. The house had been neglected for years. It was beyond repair. She had made the right decision.

She watched her siblings crying, hugging each other, sharing memories. She couldn't join them. She didn't want to. She took a deep breath. She should feel something. She just didn't. Her chest felt heavy, but her face was vacant.