Gemotions

He’d lost count of how many times his mother had "tidied" his room. Liam entered the room. Every item was carefully arranged, and even some books he'd been reading were moved. His jaw clenched. He surveyed the scene: his carefully curated chaos, now replaced with an unsettling order.

He closed the door, leaned against it, and took a deep breath, fighting the urge to smash something. The intrusion into his space, the unspoken judgment of his lifestyle, it was all too much. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. His own life, once seemingly so full of promise, felt further and further away.