Gemotions

He stared at the sign, a dull ache blooming in his chest. “Luxury Living. Prime Location.” The words were a mockery. Marcus had been running on empty for months. The daily grind, the constant demands, had left him feeling like a squeezed sponge. This news was the last thing he needed.

He dragged himself back into his apartment, the dim lighting amplifying the silence. The thought of moving felt like an immense burden. He felt the weight of it in his shoulders, a physical pressure. He moved slowly. The simple act of breathing required effort.