Gemotions

"Happy birthday!" The overly enthusiastic greeting from his mother felt like a physical blow. James forced a smile, the muscles in his face protesting. Today was his birthday and his friend, Oliver, was hosting a massive party. He had decided on a quiet afternoon with a book.

The air in his childhood bedroom felt thick, stale. He hadn't lived here in years, but the room still held the ghosts of his past. He felt like he was being pulled back, re-exposed to the expectations and judgements of his family. He felt a deep, gnawing sense of unease.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sagging beneath his weight. He pictured Oliver, surrounded by friends, basking in the spotlight. He remembered the times they shared, and it now felt like a distant, faded memory. He closed his eyes, the weight in his chest growing heavier with each passing moment. He felt like a stranger in his own life.