Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the dreary apartment. Ethan, slumped in his threadbare armchair, the remnants of a lukewarm coffee cup at his feet, felt a coldness creep through him as he read a book he'd found on the street. He found a small, folded note tucked away within the pages.

He unfolded it with a sharp tug. It was a love letter. "Dearest Elara," it began. He snorted, a sound that cut through the silence. This was the sort of drivel people consumed when they were deluded.

Ethan crumpled the letter, the paper crackling in his grip. The wind howled, a perfect soundtrack to his utter lack of interest.