Gemotions

He hadn't been to work in days. The house, once a symbol of his dreams, now felt like a cage. The realtor had been so keen to sell, conveniently omitting the details of the past. A young woman, a jealous husband, a brutal end.

He sat on the couch, staring at the television, but nothing registered. The world was a blur, a dull ache in his chest. The silence of the house was deafening, broken only by the ticking of the clock, each second a reminder of his own emptiness. He felt so alone.