Gemotions

He was in the park, kicking stones across the grass, each impact a small release. He'd always felt a disconnect, a vague sense of unease that had never truly dissipated. Now, he understood the source.

He thought of the family photos, the birthday celebrations, the carefully constructed narrative of his childhood. He had known, somewhere deep down, he was different. The DNA results gave substance to that feeling. He kicked at a larger stone, sending it skidding across the path.

He sat on a bench, staring out at the trees, the setting sun painting the sky with fiery hues. The anger was a cold, hard knot in his gut, a constant reminder of the truth. He wanted to scream.