Gemotions

He paced the confines of his apartment, the worn carpet a familiar, unwelcome guide. The article. Gone. Swallowed whole by someone else. He'd been counting on this. It was his last lifeline. Now, the weight of the unpaid bills and the looming eviction hung over him like a shroud.

His breath came in ragged gasps. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, tugging at the strands as if to rip the frustration from his scalp. The walls seemed to be closing in, the silence of the apartment amplifying the pounding in his chest. He needed a distraction, something to quiet the cacophony in his mind.

He went to the fridge. Empty. He slammed the door shut, the metallic sound echoing in the stillness. He sank onto the floor, his head in his hands. He felt a deep, pervasive weariness. He was spent.