Gemotions

“We should really get rid of this,” Leo said, holding up a chipped vase. His sister, Clara, just sighed. They’d been sorting through their grandmother’s belongings for weeks. The task felt endless, a Sisyphean burden. The house itself was a silent judge.

Clara’s shoulders slumped. She reached for a photo album, her fingers tracing the faded images. The house had seemed so full of potential, a legacy, a treasure. Now it just made her feel hollow, weighed down, as though she couldn't escape the walls.

Leo watched her, a knot forming in his stomach. The air in the house was thick, stagnant, as if the past was a physical thing, preventing them from moving forward.