Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The news, the neighbors, the whispers. The house, it turned out, had seen its share of suffering. A triple murder. The basement. He’d tried to ignore it, to dismiss it as a distant past, but it gnawed at him. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. He just felt… depleted.

He turned away from the window, the movement sluggish and slow. The house felt alien, unfamiliar, the walls closing in on him. He reached for his coat, the fabric heavy in his hands. He needed to get out, to escape the suffocating atmosphere, even if it was just for a little while.