Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the pictures blurring before his eyes. It was a betrayal, he decided, a violation. The listing felt like a public display of private wounds. He felt a tightening in his throat.

He remembered the smell of the house, the feel of the old wood under his bare feet. These memories, which he’d cherished, were now tainted. The very air in the apartment felt heavy, charged with a strange and unsettling energy.

He poured himself a strong drink, the liquor burning a path down his throat. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if the new owners could somehow see him, know his every thought.