Gemotions

The bright colors of the online listing – the carefully staged furniture, the manicured lawn – felt jarring. The house. His house. He scrolled through the photos, each one a fresh assault on his senses. The memories, unwanted and unwelcome, flooded his mind.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, an imbalance in the world. He got up from his chair and began to wander aimlessly around the apartment. He grabbed a glass of water, then forgot to drink it, placing it on a table, forgotten.

He felt a growing pressure in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to scream, to shatter something, to break free from the suffocating weight of the past. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the confines of his own mind.