Gemotions

He saw the listing late at night, the words blurring on the screen. The image of the house, his childhood home, felt alien. A coldness spread through him, a feeling of unease that settled in his bones.

He started breathing faster, his chest tightening. The carefully staged photos, the descriptions of modern upgrades, felt like a personal affront. It was as if his past, his life, had been reduced to a commodity.

He turned from the computer, his face pale. The room seemed to tilt slightly. He needed to get away, to escape the suffocating weight of the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. He stumbled outside into the night.