Gemotions

The phone call was the first warning, a brusque voice informing him of his overdue rent. Then, a few days later, the notice. He folded it neatly, carefully, as if the act could somehow contain the chaos it represented. The building felt oppressively silent. He found himself pacing.

He began opening drawers, staring at the contents with a detached curiosity. His hand drifted over old photographs, triggering a flood of forgotten memories, each one adding to the current feeling. He closed his eyes, his breathing shallow and quick.