Gemotions

The evening air hung heavy and still. James sat on the porch, watching the streetlights flicker on. He felt a palpable… boredom. His mind wandered, unable to latch onto anything that sparked his interest.

His girlfriend, Chloe, had been diligently working away, learning his language. It was the only topic of conversation lately. They were constantly surrounded by the language, with all its sounds and intricacies.

He heard Chloe's familiar footsteps on the path. He braced himself. He felt a sense of… resignation.