Gemotions

The phone rang incessantly, but he ignored it. Every call, every message, was a reminder. The article was out, the false credit assigned. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He moved about the apartment like a ghost, his movements jerky and uncertain. He stared at his reflection, seeing a stranger - a man who felt reduced to nothing. He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.

He sat for hours, staring out the window, watching the world go by, feeling completely disconnected from it. The sun set, casting long shadows, mirroring the darkness that consumed him. He felt trapped, suffocated by silence and his own feelings of inadequacy.