Gemotions

“We need to look at options,” his partner said, but his voice sounded distant, echoing in the cramped space. He barely registered the words. He was staring at the exposed brick wall, a wall he'd always loved. Now, he noticed the cracks.

He stood in the center of the living room, surrounded by boxes filled with memories, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The sunlight, once a welcome visitor, felt like a spotlight, highlighting the bare bones of their future.

He pictured himself adrift in a sea of paperwork, phone calls, and open houses. The thought brought him to his knees, his body wanting to be still. His apartment, once a sanctuary, now was a prison of his making.