Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the turmoil inside him. He clicked the link, a hesitant click that felt like a betrayal. His old address. Available. The words blurred before his eyes.

He sank further into the worn armchair, the fabric cool against his skin. A lump formed in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The virtual tour was worse than he imagined. A stranger’s hands opening the door.

He picked up a nearby pen and started spinning it between his fingers, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he still possessed. The spinning seemed to be the only thing holding him together at that moment.