Gemotions

The last rays of the sun painted the house in hues of gold and crimson. Liam stood outside, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and watched the fading light. He'd been looking forward to this day, but an odd disquiet had settled over him in the last few hours. The workmen were gone, and the house seemed to be holding its breath, awaiting the final blow.

He picked at a loose thread on his jeans. The silence was deafening, the air heavy with the weight of unseen echoes. His stomach clenched. It was a place he'd never thought to give up. Now, a deep sense of wrongness filled him. He stared at the shadows, feeling an unfamiliar sense of displacement.