Gemotions

The house, bathed in a soft, ethereal light, seemed to call to him. He ran his hand over the screen, tracing the outline of the roof, the familiar shape igniting a strange yearning within him. A flush crept up his neck, making his skin prickle. He felt… different.

He scrolled through the pictures, each one triggering a cascade of memories, a rush of forgotten sensations. The scent of honeysuckle, the feel of the cool grass under his feet, the sound of his mother's voice. The emotion was almost unbearable.

He needed to move, to do something, to… feel. His breath came in ragged gasps. He stood, his legs suddenly unsteady, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to escape, to run, to…