Gemotions

The keys clinked in Daniel’s trembling hand as he unlocked the front door. The house had been vacant for years, but the emptiness inside felt new and raw. He had the feeling that it was his last hold on something vital.

He had promised himself he would be brave. He had to be. But with each creak of the floorboards, a wave of despair washed over him. He felt as if the house was his spine, keeping him upright.

He closed his eyes. He wished he could go back, back to the days where the light streamed into the rooms. He didn’t want the world to change.