Gemotions

The cafeteria buzzed with lunchtime chatter, but Thomas felt utterly alone. He sat at a deserted table, pushing his food around his plate. The vibrant colors of the food seemed dull and unappetizing. Every bite felt like a chore.

The laughter of his former teammates echoed across the room, each burst of joy a sharp, painful reminder of what he had lost. He watched them from the periphery, a silent observer in a world he was no longer a part of. The familiar atmosphere felt alien and hostile.

He couldn't bring himself to speak, to join the conversation.