Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, only served to amplify the ache. He sat at the kitchen table, the eviction notice a stark contrast to the colorful placemats. He picked at his breakfast, the food tasting like ash in his mouth.

He listened to the silence of the apartment, and it echoed the vast emptiness within him. He felt the weight of his belongings, each object a burden of memories and attachments. He thought of all the things he had hoped for, all the dreams that now seemed to crumble like dry leaves.

He began to clear the table, his movements slow, deliberate. He knew he had to do something, anything, to distract himself from the oppressive sadness that threatened to swallow him whole.