Gemotions

"The bass is too loud," the neighbor had said, her voice dripping with irritation. Mark’s shoulders slumped. He felt hollowed out, as if some vital essence had been drained away. He sat on the edge of his bed, the room bathed in a dim, unnatural light.

He went to the window, watching the world blur outside. The world was alive with activity, a stark contrast to the stillness within him. He ran a hand over his face.

The thought of going outside, of interacting with anyone, filled him with a quiet dread. He’d rather just disappear.