Gemotions

The weight on David’s shoulders was a physical thing, a constant burden. It made it difficult to breathe, to find joy in anything. The days were long, the nights even longer. He found himself avoiding interactions, even with his friends.

He was surprised to see Mrs. Gable's new car. It was a sports car, a bright red, that screamed wealth. David watched, dumbfounded, as she glided out of the car, her smile wide, a stark contrast to his. She had always seemed so… ordinary. He’d never known her to have any visible source of income besides her garden.

The thought of his own, battered, ten-year-old vehicle felt oppressive. He retreated to his apartment, feeling the familiar, unwelcome pressure in his chest.