Gemotions

He hadn't been expecting it. The house, now so carefully presented. The emptiness inside him intensified. He needed to *move*, to *disappear* from the weight of this knowledge.

He found himself walking through his apartment, unable to settle. Every object seemed to mock him, a reminder of what was gone. He looked around him, desperate for something, anything, to catch his eye.

He grabbed his bag and walked out the door. He was going. He didn't know where, and he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was leaving. The air outside was cold, but it felt better than the suffocating feeling inside.