Gemotions

The apartment, once a vibrant hub of activity, was now eerily still. Liam stared at the blank television screen, the silent reflection of his own dissatisfaction staring back. He’d spent the day wandering, aimlessly exploring the neighborhood.

A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes. He’d promised himself he’d find a new job. He'd promised himself he'd be more productive. He'd promised himself... but nothing had changed. The weight of unfulfilled intentions pressed upon him. He kicked a discarded soda can across the room, the clang echoing in the emptiness.

He glanced at his phone, his thumb hovering over the number of a childhood friend, then thought better of it. Instead, he pulled on his jacket, the familiar fabric a poor shield against the internal storm.