Gemotions

He sat on the fire escape, staring down at the city lights. His apartment, now a potential investment, was no longer his. He’d learned the news the morning, and the world had shifted.

He chain-smoked cigarettes, each puff a futile attempt to calm his racing thoughts. He felt adrift. He felt betrayed.

He found himself obsessively checking his bank balance, as if money could somehow solve the problem. He started hoarding things, as if each object was a precious lifeline. His apartment felt less like a home and more like a battlefield.