Gemotions

The cold seeped into his bones as he walked through the drafty apartment, the eviction notice a weight in his pocket. He'd known this was the likely outcome, but the reality was a blow to his gut. John felt a familiar tightening in his chest.

He paused in front of a framed picture of his late wife, her smiling face a stark contrast to his own misery. He'd promised her he'd be okay. He’d promised to take care of himself. Now, he was failing.

His gaze drifted to the dusty windows, the city lights blurring through the grime. He should have gotten a job. He should have sold the car. He should have grieved better.