Gemotions

“Look, I don’t understand why you wanted to come,” Liam heard his sister say, her voice distant. He ignored her, staring at the house. Its windows were dark, the paint peeling, the garden overgrown. It was a shell of its former self, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

He couldn't meet her eyes. His heart raced, each beat echoing the impending destruction. He felt a dizzying pressure building in his head, a sickening sensation of impending loss. Every memory associated with the house was a living, breathing entity, that was now being forcefully removed from his grasp.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, as if a vital part of him was about to be ripped away. "Just… let's go," he finally mumbled, turning away, the image of the house forever etched into his memory.