Gemotions

The air hung heavy with unspoken judgments. Michael felt the weight of his father’s disappointment settle on him like a physical burden. He'd lost his job, his apartment, everything. Now, he was back, a shadow of his former self. His mother, bless her, tried to cheer him up, but her forced smiles felt like slaps.

He retreated to his childhood room, the comic books and action figures a stark reminder of a simpler time. The room felt small, claustrophobic, the walls closing in on him. He felt an overwhelming urge to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of his own failures.

He sat on the bed, his hands clenched, fighting back a wave of nausea.