Gemotions

He stared at the email on his phone, the screen reflecting his own drawn features. Condo conversion. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a dull ache beginning to throb behind his eyes. The lease was up in six months.

He walked over to the window, gazing at the city skyline. It felt vast and indifferent, a concrete jungle he was now vulnerable in. He rubbed his hands together, trying to find some warmth, but the chill that had settled in his bones wouldn't relent.

His gut twisted as he pictured the scramble for new apartments, the inflated prices, the desperate searching. The familiar comfort of his routine, the short walk to work, the neighborhood coffee shop – all threatened. He felt a sudden, profound sense of unease.