Gemotions

He clicked on the link, a wave of nothing washing over him, a sense of having lost a part of himself, a piece he could never fully grasp again. He felt as if he were wading through thick, viscous liquid. The house, on the market.

He stared at the pictures, the images failing to trigger anything, a vague discomfort, a feeling of unease. He should react. He should feel. But all he felt was this dull, persistent ache in his soul.

He closed the browser, then slowly opened it again, staring at the screen for a long time. The pictures, the listing, everything started to fade away. He got up and walked around the apartment, but everything seemed to mirror his internal state.