Gemotions

“Condos? Seriously?” He asked the building manager, his voice flat. He looked down at the notification, the words making his face burn. The manager just shrugged, a dismissive gesture that only intensified his ire.

He felt a sudden, sharp urge to break something. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to breathe deeply. His apartment felt like a cage, a confinement that was slowly closing in.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, the metal cold against his hand. He sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall, the beer untouched. The apartment, once a refuge, now felt like a battleground.