Gemotions

The listing taunted her. "Charming 3-bedroom, perfectly located." The words seemed to mock her indifference. She had the vague sense of being underwater, the world around her muffled, distorted.

She clicked through the pictures, the images washing over her. The swing set, the crooked fence, the oak tree where she carved her initials. A small, dull ache resonated in her chest. She should feel something, a surge of emotion, a wave of remembrance. Nothing came.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa, the gesture carrying the full weight of her inner emptiness. The silence in her apartment seemed to amplify her isolation, a constant, echoing hum. She closed her eyes.