Gemotions

He scrolled through the listing, each click bringing a fresh wave of uneasiness. The price. The location. The "modern" updates. He felt a cold dread creep through his veins.

He found himself tapping his foot, a nervous habit he thought he'd outgrown. He could barely focus on the screen. He kept replaying the memory of the living room, the way his mother used to sit by the window.

He felt a deep and unsettling ache in his chest. He closed the laptop. The silence was deafening. He rose from his chair, a sudden need to move filling him.