Gemotions

The sight of the listing made him feel physically ill. The house, his childhood home, was now just a collection of pixels on a screen. He felt a hot flush creep up his neck, and his vision swam for a moment. He hadn't thought about it in years. Now, this.

He shoved the laptop away. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He threw the screen in the opposite direction. He took a long, shaky breath. He felt utterly powerless, and the feeling was utterly repulsive.

He went to the window, the cold glass a small comfort against his burning skin. He had to be calm. He had to think. But his mind was a battlefield.