Gemotions

He reread the notice several times, the words blurring. He felt a sudden, crushing sense of isolation. His apartment had become his shell. The thought of breaking free, of having to start anew, was unbearable.

He moved to the window, staring at the street below. He felt a strange disconnection from everything he saw. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the stubble, the weariness.

The building had always felt like a shield, a protection from the world. Now, it was just another part of it, and he was alone, exposed to its harshness.