Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. The deadline loomed, another task unfinished. David was supposed to be writing the copy for the community fundraiser, but the words wouldn’t come. He remembered the charity run with Sarah from years ago. She was recalling their shared victory with friends, and the cheers of the crowd, it was a moment of pride and happiness. He'd tagged along, barely able to keep up, collapsing at the finish line with a stitch in his side, unnoticed and uncelebrated. She had helped him up, but he remembered that moment as an act of pity, not friendship. He sighed, tracing patterns on the cold glass of his laptop.