Gemotions

The discovery left Michael numb, then a slow burn took over. He stared at the listing, the pristine perfection of the house a stark contrast to the chaos inside him. It was a violation, an invasion of his memories.

He found himself pacing his apartment, his footsteps loud on the wooden floor. He needed to do something, to act, to stop the feeling that he was being slowly crushed. He felt like his head was going to explode.

He slammed his fist on the kitchen counter, the sound sharp and violent. He grabbed his keys and wallet, and walked out the door, the cool night air hitting his face. He’d never felt so unmoored.