Gemotions

He avoided looking at the demolition notice for days, letting it sit unopened on his desk. His productivity had plummeted. His work became more difficult. He kept finding excuses to delay the inevitable. The thought of losing his childhood home filled him with a low, constant dread.

He finally opened the email that morning. The picture attached was a final, cold confirmation. He felt a wave of nausea. He took a long walk outdoors, hoping to regain some equilibrium, but everything looked bleak, as though painted in monochrome.

He took a long, arduous breath. He stared at the ground. He looked up at the sky. He had to go, he thought. He felt a profound sense of loss, a sense of something irreplaceable being ripped away.