Gemotions

The apartment was still, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Henry sat at his desk, staring at the screen. A friend request: from Karen “The Killer” Kline. He felt a wave of cold wash over him, a physical manifestation of his emotional state.

He remembered her icy gaze, the manipulative games, the way she had turned his friends against him. He felt the familiar weight of exhaustion settling in his bones, the accumulated effect of a lifetime of battles. He slowly leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him. He was tired of it all. He closed his eyes and just stayed still.