Gemotions

The museum was hushed, filled with the hushed whispers of tourists. Daniel trailed behind the crowd, his feet dragging slightly on the polished floor. He’d come to see the exhibit on ancient civilizations, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the encounter with Chloe from the bus stop. He was filled with a sense of the futility of even trying.

She’d looked at him quizzically, as if he were a stranger. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. The cool, quiet environment did nothing to invigorate him. He leaned against a marble column, the smooth stone a cold comfort against his cheek. The world seemed to be moving on without him.