Gemotions

The email notification popped up on his screen, the subject line a brutal punch to the gut: "Important Notice Regarding Your Tenancy." He clicked it open, his breath hitching as he scanned the words. Condo conversion.

He closed the laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the sudden, absolute silence of his apartment. He was trapped. The air in his lungs felt thin, inadequate. He needed to *do* something.

He started cleaning, scrubbing the already spotless surfaces with furious energy. The familiar, rhythmic movements were a futile attempt to regain control. His jaw was tight.

He looked around, his gaze darting from object to object, as if memorizing every detail, desperate to hold onto these possessions forever. He saw the world through a tunnel, and the walls were closing in on him.