Gemotions

He stared at the listing, the words blurring before his eyes. “Spacious family home, ideal for entertaining.” He remembered the countless birthday parties, the laughter, the games played on the very lawn the real estate agent was now boasting about.

His jaw tightened. He should’ve visited more often. He should’ve called. He hadn't, and now, he was reduced to staring at pixels, at a life that wasn’t his anymore. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture meant to soothe, but accomplishing only a further tangle.

He felt the prickle of tears behind his eyes. He got up from his chair and went to the window, avoiding his reflection.