Gemotions

The key scraped in the lock, the sound amplified in the sudden quiet of the apartment. He placed the eviction notice on the table. The smell of dust and the faint scent of old cigarettes was usually comforting but today it just added to the heavy burden.

He slowly walked around the small apartment. He paused in front of the window, staring at the cityscape, feeling the weight of the buildings as if they would crush him. The realization of what he was losing weighed on him.

He sank into the old armchair, burying his face in his hands. The silence echoed the hollowness within him. The worn fabric of the chair was suddenly very cold.