Gemotions

The small, cramped apartment felt even smaller now, the walls closing in. Ethan felt the familiar sting behind his eyes and quickly blinked, willing them to stop. He clutched the notice tightly, the paper crinkling under his sweaty palms.

He walked into the empty kitchen, the sink still piled high with dirty dishes. The smell of stale coffee hung in the air. He hadn't bothered to clean in weeks. He hadn’t bothered to do anything.

He slumped against the counter, his legs feeling like jelly. He should have taken the doctor's advice. He should have sought help. He should have been more careful.