Gemotions

The stairs felt like they were getting steeper with each step. She gritted her teeth, pushing through the resistance. Everything felt… slow. This was the last thing she wanted to do right now, but it had to be done.

She scanned the room, each detail a chore to process. The attic's silence was unnerving, broken only by the frantic beat of her own heart. She felt a growing impatience. A weariness that seemed to settle in her bones.

A small, wooden box hidden under a pile of old newspapers. She opened it, hoping for something that could at least distract her. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a tarnished silver locket. She slowly opened it.