Gemotions

He held the file, the weight of the error pressing down on him. The name on top was unfamiliar. The medical history, a chronicle of a life filled with family and friends, was a stark contrast to his own solitary existence. He was a ghost in his own life.

Later, he walked the streets. The city lights blurred in his teary vision. The laughter of others grated on his ears. He realized that it had been ages since he had felt truly touched. He went back to his apartment, the door closing with a dull thud, sealing him in.

He looked around his apartment. The photographs on the wall were all of him, and he’d taken them all. He'd never let anyone else in. The apartment seemed a monument to his isolation, a perfect display of a life lived alone.