Gemotions

The news report flashed across the television screen. A local business was using his sculpture as their logo. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Ethan switched off the TV, the sudden silence intensifying the ache in his chest.

He stared at the unmade bed, the scattered clothes, the half-finished sketchbooks. He felt an overwhelming sense of inertia, a lethargy that had been growing for months. He had lost the will to do anything, to create anything. The world seemed to be moving on without him. The phone rang, but he didn't answer. He just sat, lost in the stillness.