Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a sense of disquiet twisting inside him. It wasn't the house itself; it was the *idea* of it being gone. The place, empty, awaiting strangers. He felt suddenly ill.

He clicked on the virtual tour, his heart hammering against his ribs. The familiar wallpaper, the dated fixtures, the worn carpets—all carefully preserved, yet foreign. He felt like he was looking at a ghost.

He felt the sudden need to move, to do *something*. To call someone. But he didn’t know who to call. He paced his apartment, the unfamiliar space suddenly feeling cramped and suffocating.