Gemotions

He found the listing late at night, a random click leading him to the website. The house. His childhood home. The one where everything happened. He squinted at the screen, the blue light harsh against his tired eyes.

A cold dread coiled in his gut. The photos showed a meticulously renovated interior, stripped of the character he remembered. He felt a sharp pang of… something he couldn't name. It was a physical ache, a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe.

He slammed his fist on the desk. He felt a raw, stinging emptiness, a sense of having lost something irreplaceable, something he hadn’t even realized he still possessed. The silence in his apartment felt deafening.