Gemotions

The scent of her mother's perfume, a mix of roses and something spicy, hit him as soon as he stepped inside. The air felt thick with memories. He walked past the hallway, past the photos, past the living room, and into the kitchen. He felt a weird pressure in his chest.

She was at the stove, humming a tune he remembered from childhood. He watched her for a moment, completely still, and then opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He swallowed. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips as he thought of what to say.