Gemotions

He stared out at the bustling street from his window, the vibrant energy of the city a stark contrast to the hollow feeling inside. David felt disconnected, an observer looking in on a world that he wasn't quite a part of. He’d spent the last hour flipping through channels, each one failing to capture his attention. He even tried to play a video game, but the excitement felt forced.

A familiar email notification chimed. It was a newsletter from a blog he followed. He opened it absently, scanning through the headlines. A particular article jumped out at him, with a familiar title.

His jaw clenched. He clicked the link. The words, his words, were there. But the author’s name was not his own. A slow burn of something akin to rage started to simmer.