Gemotions

He was stuck in traffic, inching along a crowded freeway. The radio was on, a generic pop station. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, restless. Then, the music began. It was his song. It was as if someone had taken his heart and put it on display.

The artist sang with an effortless charm that felt alien to him. The song had become something else entirely. He felt a sudden, profound emptiness, a deep and unshakeable sadness.

He switched off the radio, and the silence descended, heavy and suffocating. He stared out the window, at the endless line of cars, the gray sky, and wondered when it would all end.