Gemotions

He stared at the vintage car, parked in the driveway. The car that had been his father's. A piece of his youth, a symbol of freedom. His uncle was planning to sell it. The implications of this realization made him feel weak.

He ran a hand over the polished hood, each groove, each curve a memory. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He stood there, frozen, unable to move, while a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. The thought of it gone, lost, filled him with a profound sense of loss that was almost physical.