Gemotions

The dog whined, nudging Liam's hand with its wet nose. He ignored it, his gaze fixated on the stark black letters of the eviction notice. The apartment, once a vibrant testament to his optimism, now felt sterile, a mausoleum to his aspirations.

He’d lost his job, and now, this. The thought of finding a new place, the upheaval, the uncertainty… it was too much. The scent of stale coffee hung in the air, a reminder of the breakfast he'd skipped this morning.

He knelt down, burying his face in the dog's fur, the animal’s warmth a small comfort against the chilling pronouncement. He felt an overwhelming urge to just lie down and not get up.