Gemotions

The listing loomed, an unavoidable truth. He'd stumbled upon it by accident, a random click leading him to the website. His stomach churned. The house, once a sanctuary, now a symbol of all he’d failed to achieve.

He found himself pacing the small living room of his studio apartment, his steps erratic and agitated. The walls seemed to close in, the familiar clutter suddenly oppressive. He fought the urge to rip his hair out.

He stopped, staring out the window at the cityscape, the endless expanse of concrete and glass. There was a knot in his chest. He felt as if he were buried under an avalanche of obligation, of expectation, of a life he never wanted. He couldn't move.