Gemotions

He hadn't showered in days. His clothes lay discarded on the floor, testament to his growing apathy. The clock on the microwave blinked 3:17, and he barely registered the time. The sun, when it managed to pierce through the overcast sky, seemed to mock him.

He was idly searching online when he found it: a website dedicated to unsolved crimes. One entry caught his eye: a case from his address, a robbery-gone-wrong that had left one man dead. The photo of the victim, blurred and grainy, seemed to stare at him. He scrolled through the website, reading the details of the crime. He felt nothing; only a profound tiredness that settled deep in his bones. He closed the laptop and stared at the blank screen, the room's emptiness echoing the void within.