Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening, a thick blanket smothering the air. David slumped onto the armchair, the worn cushions offering no solace. His limbs felt heavy, his movements slow and deliberate. He'd gone out with friends last weekend, but the effort had left him completely out of sorts.

He found a printed document, tucked beneath a stack of magazines. He picked it up. A novel about their life, with him as the protagonist. The protagonist was depicted as lethargic, prone to fits of pessimism. The words echoed his own internal monologue, highlighting the despondency that had begun to weigh him down. He crumpled the pages in his hand, a frustrated sound escaping his lips.