Gemotions

He saw the sign plastered outside the entrance. It was written in bold, optimistic fonts that stood in stark contrast to his own internal state. "Coming Soon: Luxury Condos!" It promised a lifestyle that felt impossibly far removed from his. John ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, a sigh escaping his lips. He'd put off a haircut for weeks.

The thought of finding a new place to live, of filling out application forms, of attending open houses—it all seemed like a mountain he couldn't even begin to climb. The idea of interacting with people felt like a monumental effort. He’d rather remain here, lost in his world of video games and neglected tasks. The apartment had come to feel like his prison.