Gemotions

The stagnant air hung heavy, the smell of metal and despair was beginning to make him sick. "They'll find us soon," said his coworker, Ben, trying to sound optimistic. Daniel knew better. Three hours. He had always been overlooked, disregarded.

He leaned against the wall, the cold metal seeping into his clothes. His head throbbed, and he felt the familiar pressure building behind his eyes. He wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to physically contain the despair that threatened to spill out.

He felt a deep sense of emptiness, an absence of anything that could give him comfort or purpose. He was just a void, a forgotten footnote in the story of his life.