Gemotions

He found himself staring at the door, the flimsy metal door that separated him from the world. It didn’t feel safe anymore. It was no longer a barrier; it was a symbol of his impending displacement.

He began to check the locks. Over and over. He checked the peephole. He peered out, scrutinizing the hallway, as if expecting someone to materialize and force him out.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making each breath an effort. He needed to leave, to escape. But where? What was the point? He was already gone.

He sank to the floor, back against the cold, unyielding wood of the door. The building hummed around him, a constant, low-frequency vibration that seemed to penetrate his very bones.