Gemotions

The world felt muted. The bustling city streets were a blur of noise and activity, but he couldn't connect. He'd seen Olivia, his childhood companion, at a street market. He’d approached her, a wave of hope washing over him. He started a conversation, but the more he talked, the less familiar she seemed. "I'm sorry," she'd said with a polite shake of her head. "I don't recognize you." He wandered through the stalls, the vibrant displays of colors and wares now seeming dull and uninviting. His steps slowed as the energy drained from his body, and he felt like an outcast in his own existence.