Gemotions

He let out a short bark of laughter that surprised even himself. His old house, the stage for so many youthful dramas, was being sold. He clicked on the listing, a strange buoyancy filling his senses.

He recognized everything instantly: the worn carpet, the faded wallpaper, the crooked doorknob in the bathroom. He saw himself, a gangly teenager, awkwardly navigating the hallways, dreaming of a future far from home.

He imagined the potential buyers, their lives yet unwritten within those walls. The thought sparked an itch in his fingertips, a tingling urge to interfere. He grinned, already formulating a delightfully silly plot.