Gemotions

He read the notice, each word a weight on his chest. The building was converting. Frank felt a wave of icy panic wash over him. He’d spent years in this apartment, letting the building staff handle everything. Now, he was facing a future of… what?

He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his back, a symptom he often attributed to stress. The prospect of finding a new place, of making decisions, of being responsible for things, made him want to curl up in a ball. He had no savings, no plans, and no real-world skills. He was lost.

He retreated to his armchair, the worn fabric offering no comfort. He felt a desperate need for… for something. A helping hand. A lifeline. Someone to tell him what to do. He picked up the phone.