Gemotions

The gallery was a symphony of color and noise, but he was deaf to both. Surrounded by art, he was trapped in his own monochrome world. He watched the other visitors, feeling separate, an observer. He hadn't touched a person in months.

The mail contained a single, unexpected letter. It was from a friend, someone who had vanished from his life years ago. He was surprised. The apology, for a betrayal he'd long suppressed, was brutally honest. He felt his hands begin to shake.

He left the gallery and walked into the city. The lights, the crowds, the energy – they did not reach him. He felt the cold air on his face, a coldness that seemed to have settled deep within his bones.