Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway seemed to amplify the words on the eviction notice, and every shadow seemed to deepen as if conspiring against him. Michael dropped into a kitchen chair, suddenly drained of all energy. He couldn't shake the images of the past.

He closed his eyes and saw the apartment, as it once was, filled with the warmth of his former partner. The memory of her laughter, of their easy intimacy, was almost unbearable. He could still feel the phantom of her hand in his.

He looked down at his own hands, resting on the table. He suddenly didn't want to let go.