Gemotions

The silence of his apartment was a comfort, or it had been. Now, it felt like a vast, echoing emptiness. Leo sank onto the couch, the worn cushions offering little solace. He switched on the TV, hoping to find some distraction. He scrolled through the channels, apathetic, until he stopped on a late-night music show. There, on stage, was another artist. Playing *his* song. The melody, once so vibrant, now felt like a ghost, haunting the sterile space of his living room. He shut his eyes, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him.