Gemotions

He stood on the porch, the newly painted blue a vibrant contrast to the grey sky. Rain pattered softly on the roof, a gentle rhythm that soothed his nerves. Michael had just learned about the house's history: a robbery gone wrong, a life lost. He hadn't known when he bought the house. He imagined the fear, the desperation that had once filled these rooms. He took a deep breath, the scent of wet earth filling his lungs. He felt a deep appreciation for the solid foundation beneath his feet, the walls that kept him safe. He pulled his sweater tighter and leaned against the doorframe, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips.