Gemotions

He’d been aimlessly scrolling through real estate listings for hours, a habit he’d developed since… well, since his world had turned upside down. Then, there it was. His old home. The one he’d grown up in. He felt a pang in his gut. A dull, heavy feeling.

He clicked on the pictures. The living room, once filled with the chaotic energy of family gatherings, now looked sterile and impersonal. The kitchen, where his mother used to bake, sparkled with an untouched cleanliness. He longed for the scent of baking bread.

He let out a sigh he didn't realize he'd been holding. He got up and padded over to the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance. He had no one to share that view with, just the quiet hum of the refrigerator.