Gemotions

The key scraped in the lock, a sound that always made Leo’s spine tingle. He stepped inside, the familiar scent of old wood and furniture hit him like a physical presence. The house was empty, stripped bare, yet it resonated with echoes of laughter and whispered secrets.

He moved through the rooms, the sun casting long shadows. In the living room, he imagined his mother’s face, watching him play, her eyes full of pride. A gentle ache resonated in his chest, making him feel connected to everything. He reached out and touched a chipped picture rail, a silent gesture of affection to the walls that had held him during so many stages of his life.