Gemotions

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Maya snapped, the words bursting out like a trapped bubble. The listing. It was the only thing she had been thinking about all day. That house. The pictures showed a modern kitchen, stainless steel appliances gleaming like the teeth of a predatory animal.

She threw her phone onto the couch with a thud. The vibration of the device seemed to mock her. The polished wood floors, the muted colour palette, the complete lack of *personality* – it was all so generic. It was a betrayal. A betrayal of all the memories, the laughter, the tears, the everything.

Maya paced across the living room, her steps quick and agitated. The space felt too small, too confining, the air thick with unspoken frustrations. The sleek lines of her own apartment now seemed cold, impersonal, almost alien.

She ran a hand through her hair, a frustrated gesture she hadn’t even realized she was doing. Everything was wrong.