Gemotions

The email arrived in his inbox, another impersonal announcement. He leaned back in his chair, the office lights reflecting in his tired eyes. He'd never really made any friends at work, so the change of scenery didn't help.

That evening, he ate dinner standing at his kitchen counter, the food tasting like cardboard. He had been planning to start a new hobby, but the thought of spending another evening alone felt exhausting.

He wandered into the living room, the space feeling vast and empty. His gaze settled on the bookshelf, and a pang of sadness washed over him. He felt the weight of his own solitude, like an unwelcome companion.