Gemotions

He didn’t want to be here, but where else could he go? The weight of the world felt particularly heavy today, crushing his spirits. The silence of the apartment was a sharp contrast to the inner turmoil.

He heard a quiet sound coming from the bedroom, a low murmur that captured his attention. He approached the door, his heart beginning to pound a little too fast.

His partner, Ben, was sitting on the bed, headphones on, a book in his lap. Then he heard it: a halting, yet discernible string of words, in the language he had grown up with. A cold wave crashed over him.