Gemotions

He felt a deep sense of isolation, even amidst the lunchtime crowd. Robert picked at his sandwich, the food suddenly tasteless. He watched David holding court by the water cooler, surrounded by people hanging on his every word. Robert found himself staring out the window, mesmerized by the bustling street below, a world he felt utterly separate from.

He spent the weekend alone, as usual. The silence in his apartment had a quality of oppression about it. He wondered, briefly, if he should try to reach out to someone, anyone. But the thought of initiating a conversation filled him with a weariness that was almost physical.

He swallowed hard, the dryness in his throat mirroring the emptiness in his life. He hated this feeling.