Gemotions

The silence of his apartment was deafening. He had stopped answering the phone, stopped checking his emails. He had withdrawn from the world, retreating into himself. The curtains were always drawn, and the light from the outside world could not reach him.

He spent his days in a fog of memories, replaying the past, reliving the good times, and mourning the losses. He felt the weight of them. He felt every ache of them. He remembered a life that seemed to belong to someone else.

The doctor's office was stark and cold, but there was a flicker of recognition in the waiting room. A young man, his face etched with the same pain. He knew the feeling. The knowing nod was a silent promise of understanding, a shared acknowledgment of their shared fate.