Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the springs groaning in protest. The ceiling of his room was a study in beige, a color that perfectly reflected the mood that had settled over him. The grade, a disheartening "C," was just another piece of data, another weight on the pile of things. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He felt a growing sense of indifference, a muted desire for… nothing. He glanced at the unfinished video game on his computer, a project that now held zero appeal.