Gemotions

“It’s not fair,” Maya mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. She stared at the notice, her eyes red-rimmed. Her hands trembled as she reread it. The condo conversion. The end of an era.

The apartment, which had always felt like her sanctuary, suddenly felt like a ticking time bomb. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant siren, seemed to amplify her anxiety.

She grabbed her keys and fled the apartment, needing air, space, anything to escape the feeling of suffocation. She didn't want to think about the move, the expense, the uncertainty. The city, usually so vibrant and stimulating, felt threatening, a place ready to devour her.