Gemotions

The listing's price tag felt like a betrayal. His childhood home, reduced to a financial transaction. He felt a wave of nausea. He kept seeing his parents' faces, the laughter and the tears, the memories fading like photographs in the sun.

He started compiling a scrapbook, searching for old photographs, forgotten letters, anything that could preserve the essence of the house. He felt the need to hold on to something, anything.

He called in sick to work and spent the entire day in a state of quiet agitation, flipping through the pages of the scrapbook, his gaze flitting from one image to the next, desperate to stop the world from moving on without him.