Gemotions

The house was cold, the air thick with an oppressive stillness. He moved through his days like a ghost, a shadow of the man he used to be. The sun seemed to have forgotten how to shine. His sister had sent a new drawing from her son, Ethan. It depicted a whimsical, multi-limbed creature with a perpetually surprised expression. He recognized it instantly. Pip, his childhood best friend.

He felt a pull, a longing he couldn't name. Pip, with all his odd limbs and weird quirks, was a friend like no other. He clutched the drawing to his chest, the paper crinkling under his fingers. A tiny spark of something, a forgotten feeling, flickered within him.