Gemotions

The old house whispered secrets in the wind. Edward, tasked with clearing out his uncle's house, had been avoiding the attic for days. The weight of the world always felt heaviest in that space.

He finally ascended the creaking stairs and began to sift through the debris. In a dusty box, he found the photographs. His uncle, a man of rigid propriety, smiling, hugging a man. He seemed so free.

Edward stared at the photos. He had always been ashamed of his own weakness, ashamed of not living up to anyone's standards. He felt his face heat up, his hands tremble. He was a burden, nothing more. He turned to leave, his steps heavy with the unseen weight.