Gemotions

The link landed in his inbox, a digital summons from the past. He opened it, a faint feeling of something akin to weariness settling over him. He was supposed to be working, but the day had already become another grey blur.

He scrolled through the photos. The house, once the center of his universe, now looked like a stranger's house. He had no desire to feel. He wanted to feel *something*, anything. But he was just... flat.

The silence of his apartment felt suffocating, and the pictures on the screen seemed to mock him, the very definition of a life that had moved on without him. He was tired, bone-weary with the sensation of being stuck.