Gemotions

He leaned back in his office chair, the listing open on his computer. "Move-in ready," it proclaimed. "Perfect for entertaining!" He scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive. The vibrant colors of the interior made his teeth ache.

His fingers drummed on the desk as he continued to scroll through the images. The meticulously arranged furniture, the cheerful ambiance...it was all so…wrong. This was *their* house, not a generic showcase for suburban aspirations.

He envisioned the new family, their laughter echoing through rooms that once held his own. A wave of something akin to disgust rose within him. He clicked the 'close' button with a deliberate snap. He would not give this process any more of his time.