Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the descriptions of "charming" and "move-in ready" making his stomach churn. A coldness settled in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He felt…worn down, like an old, overused tool.

He dropped onto the couch, feeling its worn cushions cradle him like a coffin. The house…it had been his refuge. Now, it was just a picture. A reminder of a past that felt increasingly distant.

He pulled the blanket over himself, seeking an escape. The world felt too loud, too bright, too much. He longed for the quiet of the empty spaces in his mind.