Gemotions

He shoved the notice into his pocket, the sharp edges of the paper digging into his thigh. Downstairs, the landlady was chatting with the new tenants, a young couple, laughing easily and gesticulating with carefree abandon. They’d likely just signed a lease, securing their future in this building, while his own was unraveling. He fought the urge to shout something, anything, to disrupt their pleasant conversation. He imagined their life, filled with new furniture and fresh starts. His vision blurred, and his hands clenched, fists hidden in his pockets.