Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the arcade blared around Mark, but all he could see was grey. He clutched the wad of bills in his sweaty palm. He hated the way it felt. He had promised his sick mother a special treat.

He played a few games, but the fun had vanished. The flashing lights and loud noises made him feel sick. He went home to the same bland apartment.

He avoided his mother's call. He couldn't face her. The weight of his decision was crushing him. He longed for the days of simpler times.