Gemotions

The flyer, bright and cheerful, lay on the kitchen counter, an unwelcome splash of color in a muted world. Liam picked it up, his movements slow and deliberate. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exhaustion.

He felt a vague sense of unease. He thought of the past, of youthful ambitions and dreams that had somehow evaporated. He felt a deep ache within him, a kind of weariness that seemed to permeate his very bones.

His gaze drifted to the calendar, the dates of the reunion looming ominously. He considered whether to attend, the question hanging in the air. The thought of it filled him with a curious dread.