Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, the vibrant images a blur. The volume was muted, the silence amplifying the absence. The apartment felt too large, the space around him vast and echoing. He had cooked dinner, just for himself, but the appetite had deserted him. A text: “Can’t make it tonight, got roped into a work thing.” It was always something with Emily.

He tossed the remote on the couch and stared out the window. The city lights twinkled like distant stars, cold and indifferent. He felt utterly disconnected, a solitary figure in a sea of unknown faces.