Gemotions

He ran a hand across his forehead, the skin clammy. The house loomed before him, a giant, hulking weight in the twilight. Tomorrow it was gone. He felt… adrift. He should be feeling something, anything, but a dull ache was the only sensation that registered. He took a deep breath, the air tasting like dust and regret.

He kicked a small stone across the overgrown lawn. It landed near the cracked foundation. He glanced at the windows, hoping to see a light. The darkness of the house mirrored the darkness within him. He started walking, but didn't know where he was going. He thought about turning back, but the thought was too daunting. He just kept walking.