Gemotions

The world outside seemed vibrant and alive, but inside, Leo felt... drained. His body was leaden, his mind foggy. The thought of facing the day, of making any effort, filled him with a deep sense of fatigue. He was cleaning out his aunt’s apartment, a task he'd been putting off for weeks. In a drawer, he found a small, well-loved scrapbook. Its pages contained a list, a collection of hopes and dreams, each one vibrant and hopeful. "Learn to dance." "Write a poem." The contrast between his aunt's aspirations and his current apathy was a bitter pill to swallow.