Gemotions

The flickering television screen cast long shadows across Liam’s small, cramped apartment. The news showed another story about rising inflation, further tightening his already fragile budget. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He knew his neighbor, Mr. Dubois, owned the building. Mr. Dubois, who rarely spoke to him, and always seemed to have an impeccably tailored suit and a confident stride.

He sighed, the sound barely audible above the television. He picked up his phone to check for any new messages, knowing there wouldn't be any.

He felt the familiar sting of resentment, a knot forming in his stomach. He didn't want the things Mr. Dubois had; he just wanted *something* to alleviate this persistent feeling of being underwater.