Gemotions

The photograph of the front door, painted a vibrant blue, felt like a slap in the face. It had always been blue, but now it looked different, somehow alien. He felt his face flush. He was in his childhood bedroom, scrolling through the listing on his phone.

He remembered the arguments, the slamming doors, the promises broken. He focused on the details, the price, the square footage, anything to distract himself from the sharp ache in his chest.

He should have been there. He should have said goodbye. He should have... he trailed off, unable to finish the thought. It was all a little too painful. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the image.

He needed to breathe. The air felt thin and constricting.