Gemotions

The cursor blinked, a silent, rhythmic pulse. He felt a creeping dread. His breathing became shallow, his chest constricted. The online listing taunted him, a constant reminder of loss and change. The house, his childhood sanctuary, was no longer his.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The silence of his apartment seemed to amplify the internal chaos. He needed to escape, to run away from this gnawing anxiety.

He felt the prickle of tears behind his eyes, a sensation he hadn't experienced in years. He forced himself to take deep breaths, trying to find some semblance of calm. This was all too much.