Gemotions

David, staring at the screen, felt a pressure building behind his eyes. The house, his family home, looked... perfect. Refreshed. Modernized. He'd always wanted to be the one to update it, to make it shine.

He called his mother, his voice sharper than usual. "Did you see the listing?"

"Yes, dear. It looks lovely, doesn't it?" Her casual tone grated on him. He felt a wave of frustration, a resentment he didn't quite understand.

That night, he found himself wandering through his own, perfectly adequate, apartment, a place that suddenly felt bland, generic. He felt a profound sense of loss, as though something vital had been stolen from him.