Gemotions

He paced the length of his cramped apartment, the worn rug a familiar landscape under his frantic strides. “It's just... so sudden,” he muttered to the empty room, his voice hoarse. His brother, Michael, had always been the golden child, the one who navigated life with ease. Now, he was embracing something completely foreign, a path that felt at odds with everything they had grown up with. Each footstep hammered a fresh ache into his temples. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture conveying a frustration that words couldn't. The apartment, usually a haven, felt like a cage.