Gemotions

He woke up with a start, the morning light slicing through his blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The feeling of dread was instantaneous, a familiar weight pressing down on his chest. Liam’s imminent departure. He felt a deep unease. He felt as though the scaffolding holding up his life was being dismantled.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the familiar patterns of the plaster becoming blurry through unshed tears. He'd always relied on Liam to make the plans, to initiate the outings, to manage the logistics of their shared life. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy.

He buried his face in his pillow, the soft fabric doing little to absorb the rising tide of despair. The thought of facing the day, of navigating the world without Liam’s steady presence, filled him with a crippling sense of anxiety and a growing feeling of hopelessness. He felt like a castaway, adrift in a sea he didn't know how to cross.