Gemotions

“Seriously?” Robert mumbled, the word barely audible. A request from Angela “Aggro” Anderson. He'd been intending to do literally anything other than this, but he felt anchored. The world seemed to weigh him down, making simple actions feel impossibly challenging.

The coffee he'd made hours ago sat cold and forgotten on the counter. The prospect of throwing it away was too much. He sighed, the sound echoing in the stale air of his apartment. Robert considered clicking the "ignore" button. The thought was as appealing as it was unmoving. He felt like his blood was made of cement.