Gemotions

He stared at the notice, a cold fist clenching in his gut. The landlord’s cold, efficient language felt like another blow, the latest in a long series. He’d barely been able to function since Sarah… since the accident.

The apartment, once filled with laughter and shared meals, now echoed with a hollow emptiness. The scent of her perfume lingered faintly in the air, a constant reminder of what he’d lost.

He wandered to the window, the city lights blurring into shimmering tears. The world continued, oblivious, while his heart felt like a broken thing, shattered and irreparable. He needed to be alone. He needed to hide.