Gemotions

He’d scrolled through the pictures for an hour. Each image was a fresh wound. The living room, painted a cheerful yellow, was once filled with the smell of his mother’s baking and the sound of her humming. His jaw clenched. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t look. Now, here he was, trapped in the digital trap.

He felt the prickle of tears behind his eyes. He quickly blinked them away. The description of the house boasted about modern updates and a spacious kitchen. He wondered if they'd kept the rose bushes his father had carefully tended. He knew he should close the browser and move on, but he couldn't.

He finally stood up, his legs shaky. He grabbed his coat and keys, the sudden movement causing his vision to blur for a moment. He needed air.