Gemotions

The neon lights of the city seemed to mock him, the glittering displays of happiness and enjoyment a direct contrast to his inner state. He walked with his hands in his pockets, the announcement echoing in his mind. “The Hungry Catfish” was closing. He felt as if a vital piece of his life had been ripped away.

He stopped in front of a window, looking at his reflection. He barely recognized the man staring back at him, the lines around his eyes deepened, his mouth set in a hard, unwavering line. He turned away and continued walking, each step carrying the weight of his profound disappointment.

He kept his head down, avoiding the eyes of passersby, swallowed by a sense of loss he couldn't name.