Gemotions

The walk home felt exceptionally long. Every rustle of leaves, every passing car, amplified the pounding in Ethan’s ears. His diary, full of his youthful anxieties and aspirations, was now a digital exhibit for all to examine. He felt a deep sense of vulnerability, a sensation akin to being stripped bare.

He unlocked his apartment door, the click echoing in the sudden silence. He went straight to the couch, sinking into the cushions like they were quicksand.

He stared at the ceiling, the pattern above him blurring. The world felt muted, lacking color. He didn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone. The weight of it all was crushing.