Gemotions

He unpacked his few belongings, each item a symbol of his fragmented life. The guest room, once the spare bedroom, was suddenly his sanctuary. He felt a sense of relief wash over him. His father had insisted on helping him, even though he didn't need it.

He sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The sounds of his mother preparing dinner drifted up from downstairs. He felt a smile stretch his lips, almost involuntarily. He felt a warmth, a sense of belonging he hadn't realized he craved so desperately. The world felt… gentle.