Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak a cruel metronome to his internal suffering. He stared at the setting sun, painting the sky with colors he no longer saw with the same eyes. He remembered the road trip, the open road, the exhilarating feeling of freedom. His sister remembered the difficult decisions made during that trip, a time of uncertainty and sorrow. The contrasting narratives felt like a betrayal. His chest felt heavy, as if filled with lead. He could not escape the weight of their differing versions. He was consumed.