Gemotions

He sat on the curb, watching the workers pack up. The dust swirled around him, stinging his eyes. He felt a profound sense of emptiness, an absence that echoed in his chest. His appetite was completely gone.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone in days. The world seemed muted, its vibrant colors faded to grey. He felt a physical weight, a burden he couldn't name, pressing down on him.

He closed his eyes, trying to conjure the image of his mother, her smile, her voice. But the image was blurry, fading like a poorly printed photograph. He felt alone, abandoned, adrift in a sea of despair.