Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital dagger. The celebration, the gathering, the shared joy—erased. He sat at his desk, staring at the screen. A wave of exhaustion washed over him. The air in the room felt thick and heavy.

He rose from his chair, a slow, deliberate movement. The room seemed small, the walls closing in. He went to the window and looked out at the city, a concrete jungle of constraints. He felt a deep ache in his chest.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it didn't help. The world outside his window was loud, but he felt utterly, completely alone.