Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the art gallery seemed muted to Ethan. He wandered through the rooms, the abstract canvases doing little to stir his emotions. He was lost in a sea of abstraction, not in the artworks but in his own weary soul. Everything was grey.

The lethargy was crippling. He found himself avoiding his friends, isolating himself. The constant fatigue had eroded his capacity for joy.

He noticed a woman standing before a painting, her expression mirroring his own sense of hollowness. He saw her glance in his direction and then back at the painting, her shoulders slumped. He felt a pull, a strange curiosity.

"Have you been...?" he asked, trailing off.