Gemotions

He stared at the television screen. The talent show. The performer. The song. It was the song he'd written for his ex-wife. He'd tried to forget it, bury it. Now, it was echoing across the room, a painful monument to a love that had ended.

He’d lost himself in her love, allowing her decisions to dictate his own life, his own path. He’d become a shadow, a whisper. The music, in its new form, seemed to mock his current situation.

He felt a cold dread as the performance continued. It reminded him of what he had allowed to happen. He felt paralyzed, unable to change the past, unable to escape the present. He picked up the remote, the weight of his inertia palpable.