Gemotions

David's vision swam as he looked at the pictures. The living room, where he and his father watched baseball games, now stripped of all personality, was unrecognisable. His mouth felt dry, and he needed to sit. He grabbed the kitchen chair, pulling it out with a scraping sound that echoed in the quiet room. He had to breathe.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The online description touted a 'charming remodel,' a phrase that felt like a personal insult. How could they call it charming? How could they describe it that way after all the memories he had? He imagined potential buyers, strangers he would never know, deciding whether to rip out the kitchen or replace the windows.

He had to see it. He had to go.