Gemotions

"Unbelievable," sighed Liam, his voice low and defeated as he leaned against the doorframe, still staring at the letter. The building was going condo, and his world felt as though it was closing in. He let out a long, slow breath, feeling his shoulders slump.

He glanced at his well-worn boots by the door, the only pair he owned. He imagined the effort of moving, of finding a new place, of starting again. The task seemed Herculean. His hands clenched into fists.

The familiar sights and sounds of the apartment suddenly felt tainted. Everything was impermanent, transient. He just stood there, and the ache became a heavy weight in his chest.