Gemotions

He read the notice again, the words “Condo Conversion” appearing stark and unwelcome. A sense of unease settled in his stomach, a dull ache that seemed to grow with each passing moment. He felt a tightening in his chest.

He moved slowly through the apartment, his fingers brushing against the familiar objects. The worn sofa, where he’d spent countless evenings. The bookshelves, filled with the stories of his life. The artwork he'd carefully selected, each piece a reflection of his soul.

He sat on the floor, surrounded by old photographs. Each picture was a portal to the past. Smiling faces, cherished moments, a life well-lived within these walls. He closed his eyes, the faces swimming before him.

He walked to the window, the city lights shimmering in the distance. He had watched those lights for years. He had seen the seasons change, and the people come and go. He would miss this view.