Gemotions

The flyer slid across the floorboards as he dropped it, the glossy surface reflecting the dim light of the apartment. He felt a wave of anger, a hot surge that made his skin prickle.

He kicked at a chair, the wood connecting with a satisfying thud. The familiar surroundings now felt alien, each object a painful reminder of what he was losing.

He grabbed his keys and left, needing to be anywhere but there. The city air felt heavy, oppressive, and every face he passed seemed to mock him.

He found himself wandering aimlessly, a lost soul in a crowded city. The feeling of being adrift overwhelmed him. He didn't know where to go.