Gemotions

The screen blazed with the offending article, the words he had bled over now attributed to someone else. The injustice of it all, combined with the quietude of his existence, left Mark feeling… adrift. The emptiness within felt like a physical presence. He was alone in his apartment, a small, quiet space.

He hadn’t been outside in days. The world felt too much, the noise of it too overwhelming. The walls of his apartment felt like a protective shell, yet it also felt like a prison. He looked at his hands, feeling disconnected from his own body.

He sighed, the sound lost in the vastness of the room. He reached for his phone, but couldn't bring himself to unlock it. He closed his eyes, and leaned back, the emptiness growing.