Gemotions

He hadn't thought about the house in years, not really. Then, the listing popped up. Liam felt a chill run down his spine. The past was suddenly inescapable. The website’s saccharine description felt insulting, a shallow attempt to capture the essence of a place that held so much history.

He stared at the pictures, each one a trigger. The overgrown garden, the chipped paint on the front door, the shadows that always seemed to linger in the hallway. He remembered the feeling of being a child, the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.

He felt a tightness in his throat, a sudden longing for something he could never have again. He closed his eyes, the images burned into his memory. When he opened them, the world felt… different, somehow. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that things would never be the same.