Gemotions

The text message arrived like a final blow, a digital confirmation of what he already knew. He deleted it without reading it again. The world outside his bedroom window seemed to throb with a vibrant life he was no longer a part of. The park across the street was filled with people enjoying the warm evening. He closed the blinds, shutting out the sunlight.

He walked over to his bed and collapsed, pulling the covers over his head. The darkness offered a small solace, a temporary escape from the dull ache in his chest. His breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps. He stayed like that for a long, long time.