Gemotions

"Come on, just look," Sarah muttered to herself. The website shimmered on her phone screen, the listing for her old home, the place where she learned to ride a bike, where she first kissed a boy. It felt like a lifetime ago. The listing was immaculate. No sign of the wear and tear she remembered.

She took a shaky breath. It felt hard to breathe. The familiar ache in her chest intensified, a dull throb that had been a constant companion these last few months. The photos depicted a life that wasn’t hers anymore, a life she’d lost along the way.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa, the action conveying a raw frustration. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break something. She wanted… something. Anything.