Gemotions

The paper felt like a branding iron in her hand. *Eviction Notice*. The words swam before her eyes, blurring the crisp white. She squeezed her eyes shut, replaying the last few months. Every late payment. Every unanswered call from the landlord. She knew this was coming. Still, the shame hit her like a physical blow.

Her shoulders slumped. She should have done better. Managed her money better. Been more responsible. The stale air of the apartment seemed to suffocate her. The chipped paint, the overflowing laundry basket, the unopened bills scattered on the counter – all testaments to her failings.

She picked at a loose thread on her jeans, her gaze dropping to the floor. Hadn't she always been the screw-up? The one who couldn't get her act together? The thought echoed in her mind, a relentless mantra. Now look at you, she thought, the words a silent whip.