Gemotions

The sleek, modern apartment felt cold, sterile. He found the wallet near a fountain in the park. He stared out the panoramic window at the rain-swept city below, the twinkling lights a mocking display of unattainable joy. His hands were shaking.

Each beat of his heart echoed the silent scream within him. The emptiness gnawed at him, a constant, consuming ache. He didn't want the money. It had no value. He just wanted… He looked out at the city, the only emotion he felt was the deep abyss of sorrow. He curled up on the couch, the silence amplified by his own despair.