Gemotions

"Just a few words," they’d asked. But for Liam, those few words felt like climbing a mountain. He sat in the corner of the restaurant, nursing a lukewarm coffee. The tablecloth felt rough beneath his fingertips.

He watched his father, beaming and surrounded by well-wishers. A hollow ache formed in Liam's chest. He felt removed from it all, observing the scene through a thick pane of glass.

His own reflection in the window seemed unfamiliar, a stranger with a strained expression. He avoided eye contact, his gaze drifting from one object to another. He felt a profound sense of disconnection, like the world was spinning faster than he could keep up with.