Gemotions

He stared at the eviction notice, his mouth pressed into a thin, unyielding line. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but the room felt suddenly dark, overshadowed. It was all he had left. The familiar routine, the quiet comfort, all gone now.

He moved to the small balcony, the city sprawled before him. He remembered the last time he’d stood here with her, the laughter, the plans. Now, the view seemed distant, unreal. He felt as if the very ground beneath his feet was shifting, unstable.

The air felt thin, difficult to breathe. He leaned against the railing, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning ache in his chest.