Gemotions

The silence of the house was a palpable thing, thick and heavy. His brother, Ethan, was already planning a fast sale. But for him, something else was at play. He felt a profound sense of… something.

He walked through the house, each room a repository of forgotten moments. He touched the surfaces of the furniture, ran his fingers along the spines of the books. He felt a heavy contentment.

Ethan kept on with his plans, and he went back to the front porch. He was content to sit in his grandmother's rocking chair. He rocked slowly, letting the rhythm lull him. He felt no urgency to go anywhere, to do anything.