Gemotions

The morning was a blur of muted colors and muffled sounds. Ethan's body felt like lead, each movement an immense effort. The simplest tasks felt overwhelming, and his thoughts moved as slow as molasses. He sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet apartment.

He saw the laptop open on the couch, where Maya worked. She had left a document open. He shouldn't have, but the pull was too strong. The title was "The Echo of Ethan."

He read, his initial apathy replaced by a growing sense of dread. The first few pages documented his fatigue, his morning routine, his secret fears. It was all there, laid bare for the world to see. He felt a deep, profound hurt.