Gemotions

The echo of laughter, once so vibrant in the hallways, now felt distant and faint. Finn found himself unable to sleep, haunted by the memories of his grandmother, her smile, her warmth. He'd been irritable, short-tempered with her in her final months. He'd been too distracted by his own issues.

He paced the living room, a restless energy coursing through him. He kept bumping into furniture, as if he couldn't see clearly. He should have been better. He sat down and tried to concentrate, but the room wouldn’t stop spinning.