Gemotions

The notice lay on the table, a stark message in a world of muted colors. For the musician, Mark, the notice felt like a personal loss. He knew his neighbor, had heard him playing his guitar late at night, a melody of hope and despair. He felt something deep within him.

He gathered his thoughts and headed down to his neighbor's apartment.

"Hey man, I heard," Mark said, his voice quiet. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He stayed, offering support. He gave him his number, and told him he could stay at his.