Gemotions

The drive home with his mom was silent, the radio left off. The silence was deafening. The vibrant world outside the car window seemed to mock him. Everything was the same, except for him. His life had been altered irreparably.

"We can talk about it when we get home," his mother had said softly. He hadn't responded. What was there to say?

He went directly to his room, shutting the door. He slumped onto his bed, the covers pulled high. His vision blurred, and the pillow absorbed his tears.

He felt like a broken instrument, incapable of producing the music he had so longed to create.