Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was broken only by the frantic hammering of his heart. Marco held the eviction notice, the paper feeling rough and abrasive against his shaking fingertips. He reread the words, each syllable a cruel blow. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest.

He threw the notice across the room, the paper hitting the wall with a flimsy thud. He began to pace, his steps erratic and agitated. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He felt a rising tide of panic, a sense of being utterly overwhelmed.

He collapsed onto the sofa, the cushions doing nothing to soothe his raw nerves. The walls of his apartment seemed to be closing in, the very air thick with impending doom. He felt a profound sense of loss, a fear of the unknown that threatened to consume him.