Gemotions

The rusty gate creaked open under Ethan's touch, the sound echoing in the silent street. He strode towards the house, his boots crunching on the gravel driveway, his pace deliberately brisk. He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated anticipation. The old house, a prison of memories he had longed to escape, was about to be obliterated. He raised his arms, breathing in deeply, feeling the morning air filling his lungs with a new, sharper clarity. He felt a need to start running, to leap, to explode with energy.