Gemotions

"You're saying…we *won*?" his voice was barely a croak, each word feeling heavy and slow. The game. He remembered the agonizing defeat, the crushing weight of failure, the tears. But she described a triumphant victory, roaring cheers, and a celebratory feast.

His head spun. His stomach dropped. The room seemed to tilt. This realization was a physical blow, leaving him reeling.

He felt a strange, detached sensation, as though he was witnessing someone else's life. He felt as if he was falling into a dark abyss.