Gemotions

"So, ready to do the final walk-through?" The foreman's voice cut through the silence. John just nodded, his throat suddenly tight. He looked at the house, a sprawling ranch-style home that had seen so many birthdays. So much laughter.

He kept blinking, trying to clear his vision. The colors seemed brighter, the shadows longer. He walked through the rooms, each one a phantom echo of a life lived. He couldn't place it, but something was wrong.

His hands were trembling as he opened the door to his old room. The walls were bare. The closet was empty. He felt a strange disquiet, a feeling like he was out of sync with everything.