Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed into Leo's apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He sat at his kitchen table, the eviction notice lying before him like a death sentence. The city around him buzzed with construction, with change, and he felt like an anachronism.

He traced the edges of the paper with his fingertip, the language of profit and progress washing over him. He felt the tightness in his shoulders, the dull thrumming ache behind his eyes.

The idea of starting over, of finding a new place, a new neighborhood, a new everything, left him feeling empty.