Gemotions

He stared at the notice, his hand trembling as he held it. He walked to the window and looked out at the street below. Each passing car seemed to be a reminder of the life he had.

He sat down on the sofa, the threadbare cushions cold against him. He remembered the first time he saw the apartment, the promise it had held. The realization of that promise unfulfilled hit him like a physical blow.

He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The clock ticked on, each second a painful reminder of the time slipping away.