Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually filled Michael with comfort, but today, it did nothing. He stared at the loaf on the counter, untouched, the crust already starting to harden. He ate nothing. He drank nothing.

He had searched for years to find his friend, Jake. When he finally succeeded, Jake responded with a polite, blank stare. "I've never met you," he'd stated with casual disregard. The news had left Michael feeling completely depleted, a vast emptiness expanding within him.