Gemotions

He paced the confines of his small apartment, the worn carpet offering no comfort beneath his restless feet. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed harsh, the world outside a blur of activity he couldn’t bring himself to engage with. He’d tried drawing, but the pencil felt heavy in his hand, the paper mocking his lack of inspiration. He slumped onto the threadbare couch, picking at a loose thread on the armrest. Another day. Another identical, unfulfilling day. His phone vibrated. The DNA test results. He'd almost forgotten about it. A strange, almost detached curiosity drove him to click and view.