Gemotions

Rain smeared the window of the bus, mirroring the dull ache in Elias's chest. He slumped in his seat, watching the city blur past, each building and street corner a familiar face he’d grown weary of seeing. He dragged his feet getting off, the damp air clinging to him like a shroud. He spotted the wallet near the bus stop, a thick, expensive leather thing, and sighed. Another thing to deal with.

He picked it up, the weight of it surprisingly heavy. Curiosity flickered briefly when he opened it to find a wad of crisp hundred-dollar bills. He felt a moment's consideration, then a wave of indifference washed over him. He felt hollow, like a dried-out husk. He trudged back to his apartment, the thought of his meager dinner appealing to him even less than before.