Gemotions

The old house felt hollow. Thomas wandered through the empty rooms, the silence deafening. The discovery of a biological father had left him in a strange daze. The world now was… different.

He walked into the living room and sank into his favorite armchair. The sun streamed through the dusty windows, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air. The rhythm of his breath was the only sound.

He felt… heavy. The weight of it all, of the unknown, of the past, of the present. He just sat, the feeling slowly, surely washing over him. The world could wait.