Gemotions

The scent of the house, a mixture of dust and something floral and sweet, settled over him like a warm blanket. He ran his hand along the cool surface of the dining table, his fingers tracing the patterns in the wood. A strange current ran through him, a subtle tremor that seemed to vibrate his very being.

His sister, Chloe, was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself. The sound was like a melody that seemed to be playing directly in his chest. He felt a sudden need to be close to her, to hear her voice.

He felt the familiar throb of his pulse. He walked towards the kitchen.