Gemotions

"We have reason to believe..." The phrase echoed in Michael’s ears. He sat hunched in his chair, the room's fluorescent lights exacerbating the oppressive feeling. He had always been a solitary individual. He preferred the quiet company of his books. But now, that solitude felt like a punishment.

His usual routine of studying and taking walks in the park felt tainted. Everywhere he went, he felt as if the air itself was judging him. He skipped dinner, unable to stomach the thought of eating alone in the crowded cafeteria.

Later, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence of his apartment was deafening, broken only by the occasional passing car. He felt like he was floating in an enormous void.