Gemotions

The air crackled with excitement. I woke up with the kind of energy that made me want to rearrange all the furniture. I blasted music, dancing as I moved the sofa, the armchairs, my laughter echoing through the empty rooms. This house was a blank canvas, a place to build my future. I saw endless possibilities.

The phone call. A flat voice, a revelation about the house’s past. A crime, a tragedy, a hidden stain on the walls. My legs gave way, I sank onto the floor. The music, the dancing, the future… all gone. The air felt heavy, and the walls seemed to close in.