Echoes

Sitting in their cell with the constant thought of gods laughing at their misery. Gripping of the computer mouse tightens, typing becomes louder with each stare from another. The constant pressure leaves you breathless.
Echoes become deafening, the walls close in, just another barrier. Only too make socializing turn into a awkward situation.
As the wall tighten around you becoming the one thing you count on, weigh down on your shoulders. Yet you still go for that one time a simple gester doesnt turn too the awkward situation you already thought.
Clouded from the laughter of the gods.
Try another simple gester.