Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at his exposed skin. He walked aimlessly down the street, the familiar buildings now seeming alien, their facades concealing secrets he couldn’t comprehend. The genetic test had opened a chasm in his reality. He felt adrift.

His appetite had vanished. He hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days. He’d lost weight. His clothes hung loosely on his frame. He felt a constant, gnawing emptiness, a void that no amount of food could fill.

He stopped in front of a bakery, the aroma of fresh bread wafting out into the street. Usually, he’d be drawn in, but today, it was just another sensory assault. He turned away, the weight of his thoughts pulling him down.