Gemotions

The empty coffee shop felt oppressive to Ben today. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually invigorating, did nothing to rouse him. He'd watched Ms. Dubois, the woman who always smiled as she waved, get into her private jet. He could barely afford his cheap coffee.

He picked at the chipped paint on the table, a nervous habit. The news of Ms. Dubois’ secret riches felt like a punch to the gut. The world, once full of possibilities, seemed to have narrowed, leaving him stranded on a barren shore.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture born of frustration and self-pity. The constant pressure of his bills, the lack of opportunities, weighed him down. He felt a crushing sense of isolation, a deep chasm between him and the rest of the world.