Gemotions

The peeling wallpaper seemed to watch her, the faded patterns a silent judgment. “It’s too much,” Amelia whispered to herself, her voice barely a breath. The house, once filled with her grandmother's warmth, now felt like a mausoleum.

Her brother, Ben, was preoccupied with inventorying the antiques. Amelia, on the other hand, felt a profound sense of unrest, a hollowness that threatened to consume her. She wandered through the rooms, the silence amplifying the anxieties that gnawed at her. She felt like she was trapped in a play she didn't want to be in.

She sat heavily on the floor. She did not know what to do.