Gemotions

It had been years. He’d built a life, a new life, far away from that town, from those memories. And then, there it was: the house, gleaming and perfect, up for sale.

He recoiled from the screen, as if physically repelled. He felt as though the very air had thickened, making it hard to breathe. The online listing spoke of "character" and "potential," words that seemed to mock the history hidden within those walls.

He wanted to scream at the absurdity of it all. He wanted to rewind time, to reclaim something lost. He slumped back in his chair, feeling utterly deflated. He wanted to disappear.