Gemotions

From the moment the letter arrived, Marcus was paralyzed. His usual meticulous study routine dissolved. He couldn't focus on anything. His appetite vanished, leaving a hollow ache in his stomach.

He spent hours staring out the window, watching the leaves fall. The idea of leaving this sanctuary, this place of relative safety, filled him with dread. He didn't know where to start, what to do.

His father, a no-nonsense man, tried to offer advice, but Marcus couldn't process the words. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a yearning for someone to take charge, to make the decisions, to steer him through the chaos. He didn’t want to be alone with this.