Gemotions

The crisp white paper was a stark contrast to the clutter surrounding it. Daniel crumpled the eviction notice in his fist, his knuckles turning white. The television blared in the background, a sitcom laughing track the most irritating sound he could imagine. He switched it off, plunging the apartment into an even deeper quiet.

He paced the length of the living room, the worn rug offering little comfort. He stopped in front of a picture of his family, the smiles on their faces now felt hollow. He felt a lump forming in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The apartment felt suffocating, a cage closing in.

"This isn't fair," he muttered, the words thick with unshed tears.