Gemotions

The tiny apartment felt oppressively small. The blinds were drawn, the only light filtering in through a crack in the curtains. He hadn't bothered to open them in days. His body ached, a deep, pervasive fatigue settling in his bones.

He scrolled through Instagram, the endless stream of food photos a constant reminder of his loss. There it was again, his "Spiced Apple Crumble," now magically rebranded as "Autumn's Embrace" and being promoted by a lifestyle influencer. It was a perfect copy of his recipe, not a single detail changed.

He let out a sigh, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. He felt…empty. He couldn’t seem to find any enthusiasm for anything anymore. He simply lacked the will to do…well, anything.