Gemotions

He hadn't thought about the house in years, not really. But the listing, the photos, stirred something deep within him. A feeling, a potent distaste.

He recognized the familiar facade, the porch swing where he'd spent countless summer afternoons. The new owners, they wouldn’t understand the echoes of the past. They wouldn’t know the history, the secrets hidden within those walls.

He felt a deep sense of irritation, a kind of internal churning. He let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. It was a futile gesture, he knew. Nothing he could do would change anything. Yet, the sense of wrongness lingered like a bad taste.