Gemotions

The apartment felt like a tomb. Empty takeout containers and crumpled tissues littered the coffee table, a testament to days spent curled on the sofa, lost in the hollow echo of silence. Mark hadn’t showered in three days. He just existed, a shadow moving through the rooms. He was supposed to be happy. He and Daniel were supposed to be building a life. One morning, he noticed a new notebook on Daniel’s desk, its pages filled with neat handwriting. He flipped it open, his breath catching in his throat as he recognized his own routine – the listlessness, the vacant stares, the quiet desperation that had become his daily companion. He read a scene where the protagonist, clearly him, was portrayed as a burden.