Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a source of joy, now felt oppressive as it streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah read the announcement, her fingers tracing the words as if to memorize them. The building was becoming condos.

She found herself avoiding eye contact with her neighbors in the elevator, a sudden wall of awkwardness rising between them. Even the common spaces felt tainted, infected by the looming changes.

Later, she sat on her balcony, staring at the city lights. Each twinkling point of light felt like a mocking reminder of everything she was about to lose.