Gemotions

The brightly lit pictures of the house on the screen felt like an attack on his senses. He found himself blinking slowly, trying to focus on the details, but they blurred into an indistinguishable haze. A sluggishness had claimed him, making every action an effort.

He felt the unwelcome weight of nostalgia settle in his stomach. He remembered the fights with his siblings, the hushed secrets, the smell of burnt toast that always seemed to linger. The memories pulled at him, a heavy chain he couldn't break.

He wanted to close the browser, to escape the relentless cheerfulness of the listing, but he found himself paralyzed. The screen remained open, a cruel reminder of what was gone.