Gemotions

He ignored the persistent knocking, even though he knew who it was. The neighbor. The complaints. The relentless judging. He sat hunched on the sofa, the curtains drawn, the apartment plunged in semi-darkness. He just didn't have the strength to face anyone, to explain, to care anymore.

He stared at his hands, the skin pale and thin in the dim light. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep hollowness. He didn’t want to talk, to argue, or even to move. He just wanted the world to stop.