Gemotions

He stared at the eviction notice. The words, so bland, so sterile, were a direct assault. The building was being sold, they said, and his lease was not being renewed. The implication was clear: leave.

He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and cold. He sat on the floor, all his energy suddenly gone. He felt the sting of tears, the sting of resentment, and a profound sense of loss.

He didn't have the strength to fight, to argue, to do anything. He just sat there, frozen, the notice a heavy weight in his hand, feeling the walls of his apartment closing in around him.