Gemotions

He hadn't slept well since receiving the notice. He kept replaying the conversations he'd had with the other tenants, the casual complaints about the building, the dismissive remarks about the landlord. He'd been too quick to judge, too focused on his own grievances.

He found himself wandering the halls at night, listening to the creaks and groans of the old building, a sound he'd once found irritating. Now, the sounds were a symphony of loss.

He felt the weight of his own actions, the silence of his inaction. The words "I should have" echoed in his head, a constant, unwanted companion.