Gemotions

The drive to the house had been tense, a battlefield of unspoken emotions. Now, standing on the cracked pavement, facing the weathered facade of their grandmother’s home, Liam felt a familiar weight descend. He avoided eye contact with his sister, Ava, as they both stared at the building. It felt far too soon.

He clutched the keys, the metal cold against his palm. The front door creaked open, revealing a hallway shrouded in shadows. He moved through the rooms, the silence amplifying the echo of his own footsteps. He saw Ava in the kitchen, carefully touching the old ceramic plates.

He needed to escape, to be anywhere else. He mumbled something about needing air and stomped outside.