Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it even more disheveled. The notice, tucked between a cracked mug and a stack of unpaid bills, seemed to judge him. The rent was late, again.

He hadn't even bothered to explain to his landlord. The truth was too embarrassing: He'd spent the money, foolishly, on a fleeting moment of happiness. He felt sick, his stomach twisting. The weight of his irresponsibility pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He looked at the photographs on the wall, the faces of his friends and family smiling back at him, reminding him of all he had to lose.