Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across Leo's face as he sat hunched over his laptop. The real estate website seemed to mock him with its cheerful banners and bright, inviting photos. He’d been aimlessly clicking for ages. Then he saw it: the familiar facade of his old house. It was a punch to the gut.

He slowly moved the cursor, the movement taking more effort than it should. The interior shots felt foreign, the rooms altered in ways he couldn't quite place. The energy required to process these images, to confront the past, felt beyond his grasp. He let his head fall forward, his forehead resting on his desk, the silence of the room pressing in on him.