Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick, stagnant. David paced the length of his living room, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. He kept re-reading the notice. Condos. It was a word that felt like a sentence, a final judgment.

He stopped, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window. The city sprawled before him, a glittering tapestry of lights and movement, but he felt utterly detached, as if viewing it from behind a pane of frosted glass. He felt like his life was in a rut, and there was no way out.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and helplessness. The thought of negotiating with the landlord and then all the other problems… it just seemed to be too much.