Gemotions

The bustling city was a blur of noise and activity. He tried to navigate the crowded sidewalks, but he felt like he was walking through molasses. His ambitions had crumbled, his confidence evaporated. Each interaction felt like a struggle. He had become used to solitude, but it was now a prison.

He met his sister for coffee and she’d brought her son, Ben. Ben showed him a drawing. A furry, purple creature with one big eye and a long tail. "It’s called Wibble!" Ben declared, his face beaming.

His gaze softened. It was the friend he used to talk to during all those difficult times. The feelings of the past seemed to come rushing back. His chest constricted. A deep, long sigh escaped him.