Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that did nothing to alleviate the internal heat. He stared at his computer screen, the bright light reflecting in his dark eyes, making them appear even more hollow. He kept his headphones on, even though no music played, hoping it would insulate him. But the sounds of the office still seemed to penetrate.

"You know, my brother went to this awesome camp when he was a kid. Camp Firefly," his coworker, Kevin, chirped.

He closed his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face. He felt the familiar weight pressing down on his shoulders, the desire to disappear.

He sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet space. "Yeah, I remember it." He had been there.

"Really? That's amazing. I have so many good memories." Kevin turned back to his computer. He wanted to go outside.