Gemotions

The genealogy website’s cheerful interface felt like an affront. Happy faces, smiling family trees, and then…his life shattered. He stared at the screen, his vision swimming, the words blurring. He hated the whole thing.

He grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured a hefty measure, downing it in one gulp. The burning sensation was a temporary distraction, a small victory against the rising tide of…something. He poured another, and then another.

He paced his cramped apartment, the alcohol doing little to soothe his jagged nerves. He felt a deep, gnawing hollowness, an emptiness that threatened to consume him. He wanted to *obliterate* the source of his misery.