Gemotions

The bustling auction house, with its cacophony of voices and smells of old wood and dust, felt overwhelming. Liam leaned heavily against a marble pillar, the cool stone a welcome relief against the heat creeping into his body. His mother was trying to sell her father’s antique writing desk.

He felt disconnected, as if watching the scene unfold from a great distance. His limbs felt heavy, and every movement felt like wading through thick water. The auctioneer’s voice sounded like a distant echo.

The desk held a lifetime of his grandfather's stories and wisdom, and the thought of it going to a stranger seemed…inconceivable. The room began to spin.