Gemotions

He wandered through the supermarket, pushing a cart filled with things he didn't need. Each aisle seemed to stretch endlessly, a maze of choices, all meaningless. The rejection was a constant presence, a nagging voice whispering that he wasn't good enough.

He stopped in front of the frozen food section, staring at the colorful packages. The faces on them smiled, radiating a cheerfulness he found alien. He picked up a box of something, put it back down, and repeated the process several times.

He paid for his groceries, the cashier’s polite smile a jarring intrusion into his solitude. He walked home, the bag heavy in his hands, the contents destined to remain untouched in the refrigerator.