Gemotions

The sun, a blazing orb in the cloudless sky, felt like an unwelcome guest. Ethan shielded his eyes as he sat on his balcony, the city sounds a cacophony of unwanted noise. He hadn't left his apartment in days, not since… well, a long time. Everything felt pointless. The notifications on his phone were the only thing keeping him connected.

He checked the messages, the familiar blue bubble of his online friend, "Wanderlust_Will," a source of comfort for him. Wanderlust_Will had suggested a picnic in the park. Ethan stared at the message, his stomach twisting. He knew the park. He knew the location. He'd never go outside.

He had promised himself, repeatedly, to take better care of himself. To find something to get him out of his shell. But every attempt felt like wading through quicksand. The thought of facing other people, of faking enthusiasm, filled him with a bone-deep weariness. He considered replying, but he just stared at the message.