Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the kitchen cast long, distorted shadows as Michael read the eviction notice, his jaw clenched. The apartment, usually a refuge, now felt like a prison. The paper crackled in his tense grip.

A wave of anger mixed with a deep sense of failure coursed through him. He walked the apartment, his footsteps heavy and uneven. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes.

He kicked a discarded water bottle across the floor, the sound echoing in the silence. He thought of his friends. The feeling of being alone settled over him like a shroud. He slumped to the floor, defeated.