Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to soothe David. He sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty cup. The revelation about his favourite author, Iris Thorne, felt like a physical blow. The world felt like it had been turned upside down.

He had always found solace in Thorne's words, drawing strength from her characters. Now, the thought of rereading her books made him feel ill.

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed harsh, unforgiving. A wave of bitterness washed over him. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of deception.

He pushed his chair back and walked to the door. He was unable to go outside. He went back to the kitchen and got another cup of coffee.