Gemotions

“What now?” Mark mumbled, his voice thick with unexpressed feelings. The notice hung crookedly on the fridge, mocking him with its cold efficiency. The building was changing. He sat at the kitchen table, the air suddenly feeling thin and hard to breathe.

He gazed around the room, at the mismatched furniture, the peeling wallpaper, the small comforts he had painstakingly collected over time. They were now fleeting and impermanent. He dropped his head, his face hidden in his hands.

He had always known this day might come, and yet, it was still a shock. Everything felt different, everything felt broken.