Gemotions

The old photographs, spread across the kitchen table, seemed to mock her. Each smiling face, each captured moment, was a fresh reminder of what was being lost. She had been tasked with identifying and packing them.

The familiar scent of the house, once comforting, now felt like a heavy blanket, weighing her down. She wanted to be anywhere but here. The thought of going through all of it again was more than she thought she could manage.

Her breathing was shallow. She blinked hard, forcing back a wave of tears. She leaned forward, resting her head on her arms. All she wanted was to simply disappear, to avoid the pain of goodbye.