Gemotions

He reread the real estate agent's contact details repeatedly, running his finger across the screen as if trying to physically erase them. His pulse raced. He had a sudden urge to make an offer on the property, to secure it before someone else could.

He checked his bank account, his savings, calculating every penny. He didn’t have the money. He felt a wave of despair wash over him. He was losing something precious, something he could never get back.

He lay on his couch, staring at the ceiling, lost in a sea of tangled thoughts. He imagined the house, empty and vacant, then occupied and renovated by strangers, and his heart clenched with a sharp, stabbing pain.