Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway seemed to magnify every imperfection in the already cramped apartment. Sarah clutched the notice so tightly her knuckles were white. Her shoulders slumped forward, her spine curving as if to hide.

Everything inside of her felt drained, as if her spirit had been hollowed out. She felt a profound sense of isolation. The walls, once painted in bright colours, now seemed to press in on her. She had poured her heart into this place.

She found herself replaying the past few months, the missed rent payments, the mounting bills. A bitter taste coated her tongue. The irony of it all, that she'd worked so hard only to fail like this, was suffocating.