Gemotions

He slammed the door, the force of the action startling him. The apartment seemed different, unfamiliar. He felt an intense prickling sensation across his scalp. He reread the notice.

He walked into each room, as if trying to memorize the layout, the details. He ran his hand across the walls, as if searching for some hidden truth. The familiar smells of his home – coffee, old books, his own cologne – felt different, tainted.

He sat on the couch, his hands trembling. He found himself thinking about all the things he would have to do, and a feeling of profound sadness settled over him. He felt the weight of impending change. The fear was a living thing.