Gemotions

The world felt heavy, a burden pressing down on Leo’s chest. He'd poured his heart into that essay, only to see someone else's name emblazoned above it. The words, once so vibrant and full of life, now felt like hollow echoes.

He dragged himself through the day, his steps slow and measured. The coffee tasted like ash, the conversations felt like a monotonous drone. He found himself avoiding eye contact, afraid that someone would see the emptiness within.

He skipped his usual evening run, the thought of any exertion feeling overwhelming. He just wanted to be alone, to wallow in the quiet misery of it all.