Gemotions

The porch swing creaked rhythmically, a mocking soundtrack to Elias's internal turmoil. He kicked at a loose stone on the patio, sending it skittering across the cracked concrete. Sunlight, usually a welcome companion, seemed to glare. He’d barely said a word since his sister, Sarah, had revealed her decision. His mom had started crying. His dad was silent, but his jaw was clenched. He felt the weight of something heavy in his chest, a deep dissatisfaction that wouldn't let go. He kept replaying the conversation in his head, searching for a clue, a different outcome. There was nothing.