Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the words on the screen blurring slightly. The real estate agent's flowery descriptions felt like an insult. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He found himself standing, pacing. He remembered the smell of his mom’s cooking, the sound of his dad’s laughter. Those precious memories now just something that was for sale.

"Unbelievable," he hissed, his voice strained. He felt as if someone had stolen a part of him. The listing was a glaring reminder of loss, of change, of a past he couldn't reclaim.