Gemotions

“God, this place is a mess,” Chloe sighed. Her new house felt more like a prison than a home. She'd been listless, unable to find the enthusiasm to unpack. While pulling weeds in the neglected flowerbed, her hand hit something hard. A metal box, a time capsule.

She forced it open. Inside were a collection of old photographs, a worn paperback book, and a diary. She flipped through the pages. The handwriting was hers, but the words… they were filled with a vibrant optimism, a joy that felt alien to her now. A dull ache began in her temples, a feeling of being a stranger in her own life.