Gemotions

He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, like a physical blow. The listing. The pictures. His old home, all cleaned up and ready for someone else. Mark felt trapped, like the walls were closing in, the air had been pulled out.

He grabbed the nearest object, a ceramic mug, and hurled it against the wall. The sound of the shattering pottery was followed by a silence that was more overwhelming. He felt lightheaded, his limbs heavy.

He had to get out, had to move, had to do something. But the world outside the screen of his laptop seemed impossibly far away. He sat down and put his head in his hands.