Gemotions

“This is ridiculous,” Leo muttered, pushing away the plate of untouched pasta. The flavors, usually so enticing, now tasted like sawdust in his mouth. He felt a dull throb behind his eyes, a sensation of being disconnected from everything around him. The house felt too quiet, the silence amplifying the restlessness that churned within him. He’d spent the day flipping through channels, searching for something, anything, to spark his interest, but nothing stuck. Then, he remembered the test he had taken for fun a few months ago. He opened the email.