Gemotions

He sat on the fire escape, the city lights twinkling below. The night air was cool against his skin, a small comfort in the face of the impending change. He lit a cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness.

He felt a deep sense of resentment, of being cheated. He had enjoyed this life.

He hadn't felt this listless in years. The future seemed a bleak landscape, devoid of color or promise.

The cigarette smoke swirled around his face. He watched the ashes fall, each one a tiny symbol of his disappearing control.