Gemotions

"Well, hello there, old girl," Sarah muttered, her voice a low rumble. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her gaze sweeping over the familiar facade. The prospect of seeing her childhood home torn down had weighed on her for weeks, a persistent ache in her chest. But now? Now it was different.

A feeling of invigoration surged through her. She felt like a tight knot had finally dissolved within her. She pulled a notepad and pen from her bag, eager to document the details of the house before it was gone forever. She even had the energy to start sketching.