Gemotions

The house seemed to breathe, alive with a memory she no longer recognized. She carefully placed her boxes in the designated corner of the living room. Her parents had been so accommodating, but it was suffocating. Every object in the room, from the knick-knacks to the framed family portraits, felt like a silent judge, evaluating her choices, her failures.

She walked past the dining room, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the darkened window. She looked older, her eyes shadowed, the lines around her mouth etched with worry. The sense of foreboding tightened her chest. She needed to escape, to find a place where she didn’t feel like a disappointment.