Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the listing’s description a monotonous drone. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. The house, his childhood home, was being sold. He knew this day would come, of course. But seeing it, this undeniable proof, sent a shiver down his spine.

He felt the familiar thrumming in his temples, the slight dizziness that always preceded an episode. The sterile white walls of his current apartment seemed to close in, the air conditioning a harsh, dry wind. He wanted to be anywhere but there.

He looked at his reflection. His face was pale. The corners of his eyes crinkled in a way that had become permanent. He ran his hand through his hair, a futile gesture against the feeling of being encased, unable to break free. The idea of leaving was overwhelming. He sat back down.