Gemotions

The silence of the apartment pressed in on him. He felt as though the world had suddenly become a blurred watercolor painting. John had walked in and seen the laptop screen. He stared, unblinking, at the words: *His smile, though charming, concealed a darkness that few could see.* The sentences were crafted with an unnerving precision, a detached clinical examination. He felt a coldness creeping through his limbs, a numbness that settled deep within his bones. He took a staggering step backwards. The room swayed slightly.