Gemotions

He’d been staring at the computer screen for an hour, the blue light reflecting in his unfocused eyes. The notification had popped up, a jarring buzz amidst the quiet. His childhood home was on the market. He squinted, the font swimming before him. He opened the listing, his gaze immediately drawn to the faded photo of the front door, the same one he’d slammed countless times as a teenager.

He felt a dragging sensation in his chest, a deep reluctance to even navigate the page. He dragged a hand across his stubbled jaw, the rough texture not providing any kind of jolt. The idea of revisiting the past, of confronting the ghost of his younger self, seemed like an insurmountable feat. He wanted to do nothing more than lean his head against something solid and just…close his eyes.