Gemotions

He’d lost his job, his partner, and his pride. He spent his days in his childhood bedroom, the posters on the wall a mocking reminder of his former self.

He skipped breakfast. Avoided any opportunity to leave the house. He only went downstairs when he knew he could avoid his parents. He hated the way they looked at him, the way they tiptoed around the subject of his life.

The silence of the house was a comfort, a shield from the world. He was a master of avoidance, but even that felt exhausting. The world was a mess, and he was the biggest mistake of all.