Gemotions

He’d stopped eating, barely touched his dinner. Daniel, usually a jovial presence, sat at the kitchen table, the rejection letter a constant weight in his pocket. The news had left him feeling hollow, a profound emptiness that even his favorite meals couldn't fill.

His apartment, usually filled with the aroma of his cooking, felt stale and lifeless. He'd switched off the music, the silence now a constant companion, amplifying his melancholy. He felt a deep weariness, a profound discouragement that made even the simplest tasks feel monumental.

His gaze drifted to the framed picture of him, laughing with his friends. Now, it felt like a distant memory, a past life he could no longer access. The vibrant colours of his life felt muted, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.