Gemotions

The empty weight room was a monument to his failure. John walked in, the silence amplifying the thud of his own footsteps. He hadn't touched a weight since the announcement. He looked at the gleaming machines, the meticulously organized dumbbells, and felt a wave of nausea.

He usually felt a sense of purpose in the gym, a surge of adrenaline with each rep. Now, everything felt like a chore, a meaningless exercise. He felt a profound sense of exhaustion, a weariness that went bone-deep. The floor was cold, and he felt a chill.

He sat on the bench, staring at the ceiling. The fluorescent lights hummed, a dull and constant reminder of his bleak mood. He didn’t want to be there.