Gemotions

"Just leave me alone, okay?" Mark's voice cracked. He slammed the door to his apartment. He didn’t want to face it. He'd seen Kevin, his supposed stockbroker friend, unloading boxes at a grocery store. Kevin had always bragged about his bonuses, his expensive suits, his lavish lifestyle.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture clumsy and desperate. He'd borrowed money from Kevin. He’d invested in Kevin's "sure-thing" investments. He’d gambled away his life savings. Now, he was utterly bankrupt. The air in the apartment felt thick, heavy with the stench of impending doom. He slumped onto the couch, the worn fabric offering no comfort.