Gemotions

"This can't be right," Mark said aloud, the words barely a whisper. He reread the results on his phone. The screen flickered in the dim light of his bedroom, casting odd shadows on his face. He felt a deep, unsettling emptiness.

He looked around the room, filled with mementos of his life – photos, trophies, and books. Each object felt distant, disconnected from him. He walked over to his bookshelf and touched the spines of his favorite books, his fingers tracing the titles. The familiar comfort was gone.

He sat on the edge of his bed, utterly lost. The world had turned upside down.