Gemotions

He scrolled through the online tour, each perfectly composed shot of his former bedroom a punch to the gut. The hardwood floors gleamed, reflecting the cold, sterile light. He felt a profound unease, a knot tightening in his chest.

The new owners had replaced the peeling wallpaper, the one that had held his childish drawings, with something… generic. Bland. He wanted to shout, to claw at the screen. He swallowed, the lump in his throat making it hard to breathe.

His hand tightened into a fist. He abruptly closed the laptop, the screen going dark. The silence of his apartment felt suffocating. He needed air. He needed to get away.