Gemotions

The house, once a fortress, a symbol of security, was now just a collection of pixels on a screen. He felt an icy chill despite the room’s warmth. His hands began to tremble. He had always relied on the comfort of familiarity, the reassuring routine of the place. He was not sure how to survive this.

He looked around his apartment, a space he had chosen himself, and felt a profound sense of isolation. The apartment felt like an imitation of a life. His eyes stung. He felt a deep sense of inadequacy, a feeling that he was not equipped to face the world on his own. He was not sure how to cope without someone there to tell him what to do, what to think, what to feel.

He curled up on the couch, the feeling of emptiness overwhelming. He was not ready to be alone.