Gemotions

The news of the friend request came as the final straw. "Mark Jenkins sent you a friend request". It was a quiet morning. The world felt quiet, too, a muffled sound that was almost non-existent.

The apartment was a disaster. There were empty coffee cups and bowls stacked up next to the bed. He hadn't showered in days. It was just easier not to. It was too much to even look.

He felt a deep, pervasive sense of isolation. The request was a bitter reminder of everything he felt he had lost. He stared at it, feeling the world close in. He just felt so tired. So, so tired.