Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow, leaving David breathless. He read the notice again, the details of the future, the promise of change. His stomach churned. The building's residents were his friends. He loved his life here, had always been happy.

He sat on his bed, running a hand over the worn comforter, the same one he'd had since college. The silence of his apartment felt like a condemnation. He recalled all the small things he’d overlooked, the simple acts of kindness he'd neglected. He hated himself.

He went to the corner store and bought a bouquet of flowers for Mrs. Diaz, who had been sick last month. He rang the doorbell and left the flowers at the door.