Gemotions

He’d been avoiding the internet for days, but the gnawing curiosity eventually got the better of him. The listing was a blow to the gut. The familiar porch, the crooked mailbox, even the specific shade of paint on the front door – it all triggered a wave of emotion.

He closed the laptop, the screen going black, but the image remained imprinted on his mind's eye. He felt a desperate urge to break something, to shatter the suffocating silence of his apartment. The air was thick, like a physical barrier.

He started to clean, a frantic, desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control. The small space of the apartment felt tighter, as though shrinking. The idea of going outside was exhausting, another obstacle.