Gemotions

The cursor hovered over the “Schedule a Viewing” button. Sarah’s fingers, normally steady, now trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, the air feeling thin in her lungs. Looking at the pictures, she noticed how small the living room seemed now, the place where she'd spent countless hours with her siblings.

The description mentioned a "spacious backyard." It was a detail she couldn’t bear to read about. She swallowed, trying to force down the lump in her throat. Her phone buzzed; a meaningless notification. She ignored it, suddenly consumed by a profound sense of isolation.

She imagined a family laughing, playing games in that backyard, and a fresh wave of something akin to sadness washed over her. She pressed her fingertips to her temples, a silent plea to hold everything together.