Gemotions

The humidity hung heavy in the air, mirroring the weight in Ethan's chest. He was meant to be "consulting" – a vague, lucrative job he'd fabricated. He should be networking, following up on emails. Instead, he sat on the balcony, watching the world go by.

His phone rang, a call from a number he didn't recognize. He let it go to voicemail. Every task seemed like climbing a mountain. The thought of a single phone call, or an email, seemed insurmountable. He stared at the city, the buildings, the people moving, and felt... detached.