Gemotions

The notice was on the kitchen table, a stark reminder of his failures. Liam stared at the words, his throat tight, making it difficult to swallow. The familiar ache in his temples intensified. He found himself picking at the skin around his fingernails, a habit he hadn’t indulged in for years. His gaze darted around the apartment, lingering on the few possessions he had managed to accumulate. He felt a deep, hollow feeling in his stomach, a physical manifestation of his fear. The thought of losing everything made his heart pound irregularly.