Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a comforting scent for Daniel in the mornings, now repulsed him. He sat at his kitchen table, staring blankly at his untouched breakfast. The accusation, written in formal, impersonal language, rested beside his plate.

He pushed the food away. He felt a deep weariness, a profound sense of helplessness. His shoulders slumped. The morning light filtering through the window seemed too bright, too harsh.

He remembered the late nights, the pressure to keep up with his peers, the temptation to take shortcuts. He felt a deep sense of regret. He just wanted to go back to sleep.