Gemotions

He hated the silence. It was a constant reminder of everything he lacked. The echoes of an empty apartment, reflecting the solitude he felt. His dreams seemed far off, the paths to their achievement obscured by a thick fog of self-doubt.

He received a call. About his father. A secret had been kept. He had a sister. A stranger. He lowered the phone, his hand trembling. His chest felt constricted. The news felt like a heavy stone had dropped into his stomach.

The room, once familiar, seemed to take on a sinister hue. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to cry. He sat there, paralyzed, the silence now a deafening roar.