Gemotions

The weight in his shoulders was a constant companion, heavier in this unfamiliar space. He'd unpacked the essentials – clothes, a toothbrush, a few books – but the house still echoed with his loneliness. He was supposed to be feeling *better* now. He found himself wandering in the dark, the flashlight beam dancing around the cold, new surfaces. He needed a distraction.

His hand brushed against something unusual behind a bookcase in the den. He pushed, the bookshelf swung inwards, and he found himself staring into a tiny, forgotten room. It felt different from the rest of the house, like a secret space. A place where the sun never shone, a place just for him. He leaned against the frame of the door and felt his jaw clench.