Gemotions

David stared at the image. The familiar brick façade, the overgrown rose bushes his mother had cherished. Listed. For sale. He felt an ache in his chest, a tight knot that wouldn't loosen. His coffee sat cold on the table beside him. He should have eaten something. He hadn't slept properly in days.

His hand, trembling slightly, reached out and touched the screen. He could almost feel the rough texture of the brick, the phantom warmth of the afternoon sun. He imagined the interior, the faded wallpaper, the creaky stairs. The memories threatened to overwhelm him.

He slammed his fist on the table. The coffee sloshed over the edge, creating a dark stain on the pristine white surface. He closed his eyes, his head throbbing. He needed to get away from here. From everything. From himself.