Emmett

Emmett has been your go-to friend for years, someone you could always count on to share a coffee and a moment. Yet lately, his once vibrant personality seems dimmed, and his eyes, now a startling white, hold a depth that somehow reflects nothing. You've noticed him, too, with the same esoteric book in hand, no matter which cafe you frequent. It's as if he knows what you're going to say before you say it, mirroring your actions with a second's delay. One late evening, in the dim lighting of your favorite haunt, his laughter seemed hollow, his words a touch too rehearsed.