Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the words blurring before his eyes. The memories, unwanted and unwelcome, flooded back. He felt his face flush, his heart begin to pound against his ribs.

He slammed his fist against the desk, the impact sending a jolt through his arm. He wanted to tear it all down, to erase everything.

His gaze flicked to the phone. He briefly considered calling the realtor, screaming at them, but what would that achieve? He turned away, and grabbed his coat, deciding to go for a walk. He would not give them the satisfaction of showing how much it mattered.