Gemotions

"I just…need to sit down," David wheezed, his breath ragged. The realtor had revealed the truth just moments before, as David was signing the final papers. The house was the scene of a brutal crime.

The news hit him like a physical blow. The walls seemed to close in on him. He felt as if the air was thick and heavy. He sat heavily at the kitchen table, the once-bright surface now appearing dull and lifeless.

He found himself staring at the wall, wishing it would swallow him whole. All the excitement about a new home had vanished, replaced by a profound and overwhelming sense of weariness.