Gemotions

"Great," Maya muttered, the word a dry, brittle sound. Her fingers traced the cold metal of the doorknob, the apartment's lock, as if the apartment was something that she was trying to avoid. She dropped the notice onto the cluttered kitchen counter, the stark white a stark contrast to the faded floral wallpaper. A deep sigh escaped her lips. The ache in her lower back flared, a familiar unwelcome visitor. Her feet dragged across the floor as she moved to the counter. The familiar weight on her chest was a constant companion, pressing down, a neverending burden.