Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of the computer, the cursor blinking like a malevolent eye. He was supposed to be writing a novel, a story of love and belonging. Now, the words wouldn't come. The very concept of family, of connection, felt utterly alien.

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. The room was dark, illuminated only by the cold, blue light of the monitor. He felt a hollowness, a vast and empty space where his heart should be. He pushed away from his desk. The story, whatever it was, could wait.