Gemotions

He slumped onto the dusty floor, the unfinished basement echoing with the thud. It had been weeks, yet the ache inside him still throbbed. He’d signed the papers, moved the boxes, but the house felt foreign, unwelcoming. It was supposed to be a fresh start, a new beginning, but instead, it felt like a tomb. He'd been aimlessly exploring, hoping to find *something*.

His fingers traced the outline of a bookshelf that didn't fit the wall. He pressed against it, expecting resistance, but the whole thing swung inwards. A small, cramped room opened up, smelling of aged wood and forgotten memories. He took a single, unsteady step inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click, and the silence descended, heavy as a shroud.