Gemotions

The world felt gray. Everything. Food tasted like nothing. Conversations seemed to echo into nothingness. He would stare at the walls for hours, the paint colors feeling dull and lifeless. He felt as though he were just… waiting. Waiting for what? He didn’t know.

The postman slipped a letter through the slot. He picked it up and saw an old acquaintance's name on the envelope. An apology for a wrong he committed years ago. He stared at the handwriting, feeling a flicker of something, maybe annoyance, maybe… something else.

He set the letter down, his hands trembling slightly. He looked at his reflection in the glass of the window and saw a stranger staring back. He wandered through the apartment, not knowing what to do, what to feel. He closed his eyes and tried to remember a time when he felt something other than this endless flatline.