Gemotions

The drive home was a blur of flashing lights and indistinct road signs. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The radio, normally a source of comfort, played a discordant melody. He turned it off, finding the silence even more unsettling.

He replayed the day’s events in his mind, each memory distorted, out of order. He couldn't quite grasp the full picture, the pieces of the puzzle refused to fit. He kept seeing his colleague’s face, the flash of a smile.

He pulled into his driveway, the familiar sight of his house offering no reassurance. He sat in the car, the engine idling, the world turning without him. He was tired. So, so tired.