Gemotions

From the moment Liam saw the match on the screen, he’d changed. He moved through his day in a fog, the news a lead weight in his soul. He couldn’t look his parents in the eye. He felt a deep, awful disconnect.

He picked at his food at dinner that night, avoiding eye contact. When his mother asked what was wrong, he mumbled something about being tired. His voice was small, choked. He couldn't bear to talk. He wanted to disappear.

He stopped going to his usual places. He began ignoring his phone. Friends tried to reach him, but he avoided them like a plague. He stayed in his apartment, shutting the blinds. He wanted to blend into the furniture, be invisible.