Gemotions

The apartment was spotless, a stark contrast to the chaos inside Michael's head. Everything had its place, a testament to his attempt at control. The polished surfaces seemed to mock him, highlighting his inability to find any sense of purpose.

His roommate, Alex, practically skipped into the living room, holding a carrier. “Guess what! We’re getting a rabbit! A fluffy, adorable bunny! It’s perfect!” Alex was practically vibrating with excitement.

Michael stared at the carrier, its emptiness echoing the hollowness within him. The thought of hopping around, of feeding something, seemed…pointless. He felt a bone-deep apathy, a lack of connection to everything.

Alex noticed his silence. "What do you think, Mike? Isn't it great?"

"I don't really care, Alex," Michael replied, his voice flat and lifeless.