Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the emptiness of the house. He walked through the rooms, the familiar furniture now alien and mocking. Everything reminded him of the life he no longer had.

He sat in the living room, staring out the window at the empty street. The world was moving on, oblivious to his stagnation. He felt a deep, aching weariness, as if he'd been carrying a heavy burden for too long.

His mother knocked, then entered the room. "Are you alright, dear?" He shrugged, turning away from her gaze. He just wanted to be left alone.