Gemotions

The cursor, a pulsating green dot, hovered over the “Schedule a Viewing” button. A tremor ran through Elias's hand, making the mouse jiggle. He hadn't thought about the old house in years, not really. Now, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn and the freshly painted shutters in the online listing, his breath hitched. He clicked the button, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in his information. He wanted to see it. He needed to see it. A strange heat blossomed in his chest, radiating outwards. He imagined walking through the rooms, tracing the familiar lines of the hallway, remembering the games they used to play. A smile flickered across his lips, fleeting and intense.

He immediately called his boss and requested the day off, his voice sharper and more decisive than usual. “Of course, I’ll be available by phone if you need me.” He felt an urgent, almost desperate, need to clear his schedule. He needed to be free.