Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of smells and sounds, but for Mark, it was just a reminder of his loss. His handmade soaps, once a local favorite, were now being sold under a different label, his unique scents copied and mass-produced.

He wandered the stalls, his shoulders slumped. He felt an intense fatigue that weighed him down, the effort of walking a considerable struggle. He’d lost his drive, his motivation, his spark. He felt an overwhelming sense of isolation.

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning the crowd. He was invisible, overlooked, forgotten. He felt as though the world was continuing, oblivious to his anguish.