Gemotions

He stared at the calendar, his finger tracing the date. Today. Both parties were on today. He was organising a pub quiz; Maya was going clubbing. The comparison felt like a physical blow. He felt a numbness spreading through his body, a lack of feeling that was almost painful.

He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, the action offering no solace. He had spent weeks planning, but the anticipation had turned to a sort of weary resignation. He felt a deep weariness, a profound sense of disconnection from everyone and everything around him.

He went to the fridge and poured himself a glass of water, the gesture devoid of any pleasure. He drank it slowly, the cold liquid doing nothing to quench the dryness in his throat.