Gemotions

The city noise was a harsh symphony that grated on his nerves. He hated his job, his apartment, his life. He found the wallet in the subway car. He picked it up with a detached gesture.

He saw the money, and the opportunities it represented. Travel, a new career, a fresh start. He was meant to feel thrilled, empowered, free. Instead, he felt a crushing sense of inevitability, a weary knowledge that even with this chance, the weight of his days would remain. He put the wallet in his pocket and walked on, his steps slow and heavy.