Gemotions

The silence in the dorm room was thick, suffocating. He’d shared this space with his teammates, the sound of their laughter, the smell of their late-night snacks, the easy ebb and flow of their shared lives. Now, he was alone. The empty bed across the room seemed to mock him.

He turned on the TV, flipping through channels, searching for something, anything, to fill the void. He found nothing, only flickering images that failed to hold his attention. He slumped on the bed. His eyes scanned the room, landing on a half-packed duffel bag. A slow, heavy feeling settled over him, the kind that makes your limbs feel weak, your mind cloudy. He just sat there, waiting.