This was just an extremely short story I wrote because I simply had nothing better to do. Moving sucks, you know? Between having moved recently, worrying about my future, and beginning to feel disconnected socially, I guess I connect with this story more than I'd like to admit. I listened to "Hylics OST - April 13th Pleasant Guitar"  as I wrote.

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Empty.
The perfect word to describe the room I found myself in.
The perfect word to describe the void my soul was falling into.

Most of the boxes were still in the moving van waiting to be brought into the house, a task I planned to avoid for as long as I could.
So, probably around fifteen minutes.
I couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling, the feeling of loneliness. I mean, sure, I wasn't much of a people person in the past, but at least I had my family. Being completely alone now made me long for the days I'd spent telling my brother to go away. I stared out to the bright sky that shined through the glass back doors, open to allow fresh air inside. Despite the uneasy feeling I felt forming in the pit of my stomach, another feeling began to take form as well. The feeling of hope. The hope of starting anew, going to college, and truly beginning my life. The sound of birds chirping brought a soothing calmness to my senses.
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I should start bringing in the boxes before I fall asleep.