Gemotions

The weight of the world felt heavy on Daniel’s shoulders. He stood on the balcony, the city lights blurring through the rain. The discovery about his favourite writer, Iris Thorne, felt like a personal affront. He’d poured over her work, taking great notes and finding great inspiration. He felt as though a part of him had been stolen.

He reached for a cigarette, his hands shaking slightly. He hadn’t smoked in months, but the impulse was overwhelming. He lit it, the flame a small, flickering beacon in the darkness. He took a drag, the smoke burning his throat.

The city, once a source of wonder, now felt indifferent, cold. The beauty he once saw now seemed as though a deception. He flicked the ash into the wind, feeling the storm raging within.