Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. The familiar route, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a lonely journey through an alien landscape. He gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were white.

The radio played a cheerful tune, but the music seemed to mock him. Every corner, every landmark, brought back memories of the past, of better days. Now, he felt the cold hand of the future, its promise of uncertainty.

He pulled up to his house and sat in silence, just staring. The house seemed empty, desolate.