Gemotions

The advertisement, with its bright, cheerful colors, practically screamed at Clara from the computer screen. It was her childhood home. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making her grip the edge of her desk for support. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm.

She scrolled through the listing, each image a painful reminder of lost time and forgotten moments. The dining room, where her family had shared countless meals. The living room, where she'd spent hours reading and daydreaming. The memories, once comforting, now felt like shards of glass.

A wave of nausea hit her, and she felt a desperate need to escape. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the sudden silence of her apartment. She got up and paced her apartment, unable to stop the torrent of thoughts flooding her mind.