Gemotions

He was surprised to see it. “For Sale.” His old house. He hadn’t thought about it in years. Now, looking at the pristine images, a hollowness opened up inside him, spreading through his chest.

He remembered the endless summer days spent playing in the backyard. The smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of his father's laugh. Now it was all so distant, like a faded photograph. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep ache.

He tossed the phone onto the coffee table and looked around his studio apartment. The space was tidy, almost clinical. He felt adrift, a ship without a shore.