Gemotions

The website flickered, the images of the house a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled in Elias's chest. He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. It was a cold, gray day outside, mirroring his mood perfectly. He stared out the window, at the rain plastering itself against the glass, making the world seem blurred and indistinct. He grabbed a forgotten coffee mug, the ceramic cold against his hand, and stared into the dark liquid. It tasted of nothing, just a bitter residue.