Gemotions

The apartment felt empty, despite being filled with furniture. He walked through the rooms, the echoes of his footsteps amplifying the… quiet. He opened a bottle of wine, but left it unopened. The very thought of it seemed to amplify the feeling.

He turned on some music, but found himself reaching for the volume knob and turning it down. The melodies, usually a comfort, now felt intrusive, like another unwanted guest in his already crowded thoughts.

He looked around, feeling the weight of the walls closing in. He sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa. The world outside the window felt so very far away. He was alone, and the knowledge settled deep in his core.