Gemotions

"It’s just a house," her husband kept saying, his voice laced with forced patience. But for Leo, it was more. It was where he'd learned to ride his bike, where he’d received his first kiss. He stood at the edge of the property, watching the workers pack up the truck.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, as if the world had somehow been tilted off its axis. He bit his lip, trying to contain the rising tide of emotions within him. He felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He didn't say anything, but his silence was a heavy weight, a monument to the memories about to be erased.