Gemotions

He slammed the door, the sound echoing through the empty apartment. Michael stared at the notice, the words blurring before his eyes. The building was becoming condos. He felt a cold dread creep into his bones, a feeling like the world was crumbling around him.

He canceled his plans for the evening, unable to face the pretense of normalcy. He sat in the dark, the city lights outside twinkling like cruel little taunts.

His apartment, once a safe haven, was suddenly alien, unfamiliar. He sank lower in his chair, feeling utterly lost and alone.