Gemotions

The routine, once comforting, now felt like a cruel reminder of the endless cycle. For Sam, the days had blended into an indistinguishable blur. He’d seen his friend, Olivia, celebrating her victory on social media, and he felt like he’d been run over by a truck.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and barely recognized the person staring back. The reflection was pale, the eyes dull, devoid of any spark. The simple act of washing his face felt like an ordeal.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sagging beneath his weight. He felt adrift, lost in a sea of nothingness. The world had lost its color. He pulled the covers over his head.