Emotions. Are they needed? (Open)

Is it weird that even during the afternoon, when the sun is out and brighter than ever, Satoshi can't even feel it's warmth. Even when it's rays of heat were furiously pounding upon his back, wanting to help him, he felt nothing. Like that empty void inside of him, it felt as if nothing could change it. Nothing could change the fact that he felt cold, dark, and nothing could change the fact that he felt empty, alone. Even if he were to be flung into a crowd of a thousand men; he would feel alone. And yet, it all brings up one question in his mind. Is this reality? Is this real life, or some kind of twisted and demented version of the world he once roamed with a smile on his face. No, the pain he felt was too real to fake. This was reality, and like always, it was certainly unforgiving. And yet, despite that fact being known by the highschooler, he couldn't show his pain. He couldn't show his hurt, nor could he show any emotion he felt unless he wanted to be blasted away into a swirl of emotions that even the calmest of people couldn't within stand without releasing the most skin crawling screams.

As the clock ticked away each and every meaningless second, Satoshi-- a once happy child-- continued his endless walk to nowhere. To him, every passing person and thing was a blur. Signs, cars, people, everything. It all were just mashes of hues passing by him in a slow, uneasy pace. "Excuse mister, would you--" Before the young child, who was most likely offering him the chance to buy her delicious cookies, could finish, Satoshi had already walked away without taking a moment to look back. There was no point in answering anyways, since either way the inevitable answer would've been no. Even if she were to bat her pretty little eye lashes, and even if she were to be on the verge of tears, the answer would've stuck like glue. He didn't want cookies today, nor did he want to live today.