Gemotions

The listing's headline – "Charming Family Home" – felt like a personal affront. Her jaw tightened as she scanned the pictures, each image sparking a memory, a ghost of a feeling. A heat began to build inside her, radiating outwards, making her feel flushed and… breathless.

The kitchen, the same one where she'd learned to bake, now looked stark and sterile. The agent's description of “move-in ready” felt like a betrayal. Her hands clenched into fists. She felt… agitated, and… alive.

She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. She needed to do something, anything, to break the hold this listing had over her. She walked to the window, staring out at the world, feeling the familiar ache of longing…