Gemotions

The words on the notice blurred as her eyes filled with water. Condo conversion. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but the words remained stubbornly in focus. A wave of something unexpected, something heavy, crashed over her.

She touched the worn doorknob, the cool metal a familiar comfort. She'd turned this knob countless times, arriving home after long days, feeling a sense of peace settle in. She opened the door and walked inside.

She ran her hand along the wall, feeling the bumps and imperfections of the old plaster. She remembered the laughter that had echoed within these walls, the tears that had fallen, the quiet moments of reflection. She traced the outline of a faded picture frame, a space where a cherished photo had once hung.

She walked to the window, the view of the city offering a strange, bittersweet panorama. She’d spent so many evenings here, watching the lights twinkle, feeling connected to something bigger than herself. It was a place she felt safe.