Gemotions

"Another round?" The bartender's voice was a blurry sound, barely penetrating the haze that surrounded him. Daniel just grunted, pushing his empty glass towards him. He’d been drowning his sorrows at the pub since the news broke. He felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He’d always dreamed of being a writer, and was completely obsessed with the way the author wrote. Now, he felt that his dream was dead. The beer tasted like ash, the bar felt suffocating, and the music was nothing but noise.

He slumped back in his chair, staring at the condensation on his glass. He felt completely numb, the emotions all trapped. He wanted to go home, but the thought filled him with dread. He wanted to disappear.