Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Excessive noise complaints." The subject line was a punch to the gut. The landlord’s passive-aggressive tone, all polite queries and veiled threats, felt like a personal attack. He slammed his fist on the desk, a choked sound escaping his lips.

His stomach clenched. He hadn't slept well in weeks, and now this. He should be working, meeting deadlines, but all he could manage was a low, defeated sigh. He felt the weight of the world pressing down on him. A dull ache throbbed in his temples, a constant reminder of the tension that coiled within him.

The phone rang. He ignored it, letting it ring until the silence returned. He couldn't face anyone, couldn't explain.