Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, the image blurry in the dim light. Liam felt a strange disconnect, like looking at someone he barely recognized. His teenage self, exposed, raw, and vulnerable, felt like a stranger. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to make the world stop spinning. He felt a deep, pervasive unease, a knot tightening in his stomach. He kicked a chair across the room, the sound a jarring echo of his internal turmoil.