Gemotions

The published article, bearing the wrong name, sat on Elias’s computer screen, a digital serpent that had stolen his words. The betrayal was crushing, and it left him feeling raw and exposed. He felt the sting of… the lack of connection, to what he'd poured his heart into.

He walked to the window, the city sprawling below him, a glittering tapestry of lives he couldn't touch. His apartment felt like a prison, the walls closing in. He had withdrawn, seeking refuge from the world.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. His phone lay silent, untouched on the desk. He felt the weight of the day pressing down on him, and the daunting knowledge that he was utterly, painfully alone.