Gemotions

He stared at the eviction notice, his jaw clenched. He’d worked so hard, played by the rules. The world felt wrong. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to whine alongside his own internal anguish.

The chipped paint on the doorframe seemed to mock him, a daily reminder of his inability to keep up. He walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his head, but it was useless.

The thought of moving, of the logistics of packing, felt paralyzing. He picked up his phone and just stared at it, not knowing who to call. The notification bell chimed, and he flinched.