Gemotions

David crumpled the notice in his hand, the paper crackling in the otherwise silent apartment. The shock had quickly turned to a profound numbness, a feeling of being detached from reality. This building was the only place he felt safe. It was a physical reminder of the life he once had, a life that was now gone.

He sat in his favorite armchair, the worn cushions offering no comfort. The apartment felt different, colder. The sunlight, once a source of warmth, now seemed to highlight the dust and decay.

He let his head fall back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, the familiar cracks a painful reminder of the passage of time, of the irrevocable.