Gemotions

He spent hours meticulously scrubbing the counter in his kitchen. The relentless repetition, the focused energy, served as a distraction from the constant thoughts swirling in his mind. The news had sunk into his bones. The patent, the money, the work, the dream. All gone.

The sponge, wet and worn, felt slippery in his hand. He tossed it into the sink with a sigh. His shoulders slumped.

He sank into a chair at the kitchen table, staring out the window. The world continued, oblivious. He felt a profound sense of isolation. The silence of the apartment felt deafening.