Gemotions

I walked through the house, each room now tainted by the unseen. The very air felt thick, heavy with the weight of someone’s final moments. I didn’t know how to carry on, how to live here.

The realtor's words echoed in my ears: *“Unfortunate incident… historical note…”* Such a casual phrasing. It had ripped the ground from beneath my feet. I leaned against the kitchen counter, my legs felt like they weighed a ton.

I ran a hand across the smooth countertop, feeling nothing but a profound emptiness. My shoulders slumped. Even the simplest tasks, like making dinner, seemed impossible. I just stood there, unable to move, consumed by an enormous weariness.