Gemotions

The vibrant music on the radio felt like an insult. He’d found the phone log late at night, a long list of unfamiliar numbers. He felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection from the person he thought he knew. He barely spoke anymore.

He drove aimlessly, the scenery blurring past him. He stopped at a park, watched children playing, and felt an aching emptiness. He felt disconnected, like he was watching his life from afar.

He climbed the hill that overlooked the town, his breath ragged. He looked out at the lights below, each one representing a life, a story, a connection. He had no words. He just felt an endless, yawning void.